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tired

we are tired
beaten, now and again, by our
weighted struggles
inside, outside,
broadside

we are travelled
seeking, now and again, for our
ounce of solace
inside, outside
ringside

the discontent
paid its rent
well in advance, yet
ours is the choice
to circumnavigate the universe,
or to mire the vessel in the
made-to-believe

solvitur ambulando;
walk
discover
recover
resolve
evolve
love

© 2016 Trance Blackman

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