Have your words stayed unspoken,
to mislead or confuse?
Those phrases kept distant,
the voice of the Muse?
Have your words stayed unspoken,
as you've traveled in vain?
Your mileposts painted,
with fury and pain?
Have your words stayed unspoken,
are your motives still pure?
Your thoughts as intended
—or to even the score?
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2016)
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