the poise in pause
seems implausible sometimes
there is a weight in wait
a debt in detail
some meat in meet
we eat at a feast of repeat

i recall the days i did
hours where i have not hid
i won the bets because i bid
i gained the profit because i invested
no lemonade just lemons zested
my inner demons by actions bested

i cannot be quiet now
locked behind the furrowed brow
like other arbiters of anyhow
do i have other fields to plough?

hit the button and move forward again
some warhol philosophy or factory zen
i am more yet than when
wet in the promise of maybe and then
count to zero or count to ten

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