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From Defeat
Gingerly
Silently
From a place of respect
From defeat
Not yet ready for the early morning lack
The streets still littered with the chaos that ensued
I close the door
From the other side
I ask, To Whom can I turn
He tells me Yes, and shepherds me to sunlight
Ineffectual
Oh guardian
Self-appointed and thus, the lower-case “g”
Continue to move freely about this space you supposedly shepherd
And vie, with all the other dogs
Shapes
Gut
These thoughts circle ’round
Not quite coming home until
More precisely
Rustled in
By a dutiful cattle shepherd or the gravitational pull
Of intuition initially dismissed
But that dog in the dust
He knew
What I didn’t want to know, I knew
And that summer solstice
Which is never late
Saw me bow to its truth