Daily missive for Wednesday the 28th of November.
What was the intention
Of this odyssey?
Too often the trail
Has been obscured
Waylaid by distraction
Hampered by indecision
Hindered in progression
Toward an understanding
Of its meaning
By the siren’s call
The rush of blood
That accompanies
Short term gratification
The ecstatic release
Of an easy sway
The romance of the moment
To determine a sense
Of my own direction
Would that it was laid bare
Set apart from this
Roughly hewn entanglement
A grotesque jumble
Of half completed
Conquests
As ill-conceived as any
Herculean task
Ever left undone
A labyrinthine
Discovery
More than partially
Self-generated
In totality
Though too often
Willfully neglected
To be wholly appreciated
As a choice neither well
Nor ill-made
But rather taken
For better or for worse
It is my curse
Along with many others
Lovers, sisters and brothers.
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