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Often Running

He told me

go write,

but I

tried left,


traveling asea,

but I went awry,



inner direction,

still I chose rail,


soaring above

(it all)

but contentious I,

I misplaced my route in murk

considering myself

A Queen

–and no Queen B

and yet when a

high road led me to contentment,

I found tack.

Foregoing circuitous path halfway

–sealing circle.


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