In pursuance of a conversation without consequence,

In the tunnel sans luminescence

Still groping in the dark, juggling with absence and presence

Seems like peace, feels like penance

Still remembering that faint old cadence

Why do beginners encounter so many dead-ends?

Why aren’t there as many Heavens?

—–

Yours truly,

In pursuance of a conversation without consequence

 

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