Stumbling around in the
dark
caught up in a messed up
maze
borrowing phrases from
retired writers who
mangled language
to shock
to get a rise
to surprise
Where is the light switch?
Where are my keys?
down on my knees
among the marbles, Did
these fall out of my head?
and the moral is
quit asking so many questions
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