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Dilemmaby Alan Harrisevery day deeper-- this, that-- maybe-- no, not. Grinding of the gods peels away raw chaff from bleeding grain, daydream by nightmare, week by moment. Heartbeats nor breathing repair this rift that tumult has torn between two rights that are both wrong. Struggle nor simmer brings any glimmer of release. The breath continues, but the blood grows thicker. Yes, no-- it is not given to know, but to go forward-- or just go.
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