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There's a ringing in my ear;
All too vivid, I fear.
The sound comes from a common source;
I answer, "who's calling" - my voice is hoarse.
The dial tone wails;
Synchronicity trails.
I rise, stagger, and drop the phone;
The ballpoint dagger cuts to bone.
Tock follows tick;
My tongue is not silver and my wit is not quick.
There is one way back to personal clout:
One must overcome fear and doubt.
Premonitions of trust;
The sheen of lust.
There is balance on paper;
"Good morning," I wave to my neighbour.
About the Creator
Paul Bokserman
Life's long enough to cultivate inner peace and too short not to.
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