Poetry: Aftershock

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I have plotted arcs with compass, calculated

Hard angles with protractor and arrived

At the inescapable conclusion.

The mind is satisfied, for I have found

A defensible position against

The expectations of all the others

Through safe, secure and simple surrender.

After a brief moment in logical

Triumph, a black shadow of emptiness

Seeps through to my bones and the thing inside,

The inconvenient me, surges, careens,

Cracks the walls in furious aftershock,

Revealing the flaws in human structure,

Releasing the sanity of spirit.

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