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From the bottom drawer of misery
I sprang
From the top one of tyranny
You did.
And the middle drawer of mediocrity
We accepted as ours.
For there is nothing more comforting
Than a thin veil of ordinary
In this inordinately trifle yet infinitely intricate turf we call our earth.
I like the unusual metaphor; also the rhymes, internal and external.
ReplyDeleteHmmm... Enjoyed what I did comprehend...
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ah that median of compromise; where the greys areas merge proving the semblance of understanding by sharing a little of one with the other
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much love...
Thank you :D
DeleteI think most settle for the middle draw; it's an easier acceptance of ourselves: I hope I've interpreted this piece as you intended.
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ReplyDeleteInteresting...... How you converge the mundane with extraordinary!!
ReplyDeleteThank you ma'am :)
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