It was open to conclusions,
Drawn possibly in crayon to perplex
The unwilling to willfully look
Beyond conjecture of a previously tired
Diffusion of text and message.

Never sure of the spin that evolves,
The take of the respondents, their addition
To the running the changes, carrying
The melody through forests of release,
Bumping up against the time of stay,

And away to the edges of final retort
Brings us with & against, coming &
Going. Walking in, & with traffic ’til
All avenues converge in resolve that
No one knew was coming or was even there.

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