innocence
by virtue of not striking the areas of seeming vulnerability....
an exercise in perforated futility, is it?
is there time enough for a walk around the blockage,
a sweeter serenade...a love song, the greener harmony of gentler stirrings...unshaken, left to flower quietly in evensong...?
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