Driven
I am driven
into the corner of asserting:
'Well descent finally
heads to extinction
so descent and no descent be
the same'
Am I a lover of sour grapes
sudden grown so?
What I assert nonetheless
makes ascendants and descendant
pale
or else the drunken crowd
that danced before Baal
before the final
tragedy.
One or the other.
Just that.
Just that.
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