by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
'Knew'
Spun me
comfortably
through
meadows
then
memories.
Eventually
I stalled
In muck
high
spinning
tragically.
Non-inspired.
Now what I
'know'
sometimes
refreshes
progresses
'knew.'
But, happily
'knew'
Now
'knows'
Trustworthy
roads
to succesfully
travel.
Chooses
to muddle?
Not.
You?
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