Doxa

This Doesn’t make sense.

It never did though.

Just roll with the punches

The kicks and the blows

 

Following hunches I…

Gave up long ago

Not to say they don’t remain

With spite and vengeance

 

I burn further for action

and cool for the flow.

I feel it come crashing

I beg for it though

 

But it never happens Tremain

and I simmer in the cold.

 

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