Two Paths Diverged

November 13, 2014

One out of the clowder
defragmented my mind,
then wondered at my obsessive drive.

An addictive
sinistral personality
with an endless void to fill:
that One out of the clowder
or a bottomless hill.

Forced rhymes
or freedom,
the choice is clear.

That One out of the clowder
is all I need to Live.

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