What do I wish to save from my former self?
Is it my charm or the ability to connive?
My recent turmoil of self preservation,
of the most primitive kind, is a track
that I do not wish to share. Others
have sewn their own. My light
and life is to help the mud to dry
and let the trenches fill with new sand.
Copyright 01-12-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson
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