There’s been a suggestion of change that I feel is essential
One that I cannot say
It involves something new
And there lies the dilemma
It involves openness to what has not been before
Yet always was
It requires a laying down and a submission
Discarding and deposing
It doesn’t even feel like renewal.
It is just a new 'All'.
Perhaps my necessary dram requires drama
and the dramatic is how I critique
But this feels s different
On orders of change I have never encountered before
And my pulse betrays me
In the rush of my true desire
Do much much...else?
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