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CHOICE

a sonnette

 

 

                        Motoring audibly with a compulsive sway

                        in the fist of the black unfathomed sea,

                        committed to our dark uncertainty,

                        the risk already taken, we have no say

                        but faith in strangers to make not at our cost

                        the important mistake.  Can arrival never be,

                        or any new thing, unless control is lost?

 

© copyright 2007 C.H. Connors

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