Excess Poem by Therese Pace
Excess
When the eye is satisfied
it does not beg for lens
setting a precedent,
excess being to vision
as drunkenness is to mind.
It roams, chooses, rests
and settles. A deficit addressed
may, later, lead to others.
Excess only becomes
the dupe of its extravagance.
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8/8/2026 1:32:58 AM # rel_20260806T081513Z_580e7f4
Of its extravagance! Thanks for sharing.