March Poem: The Greatest Opposition
By Unknown - 3:00 PM
The raindrops had smeared my composition.
Weathered wind chimes, slow decomposition,
both knees skinned, a constant precognition.
Knees to chest, hiding for no good reason.
They whisper, "dangerous inhibition".
Digging through sand, my self manumission
knowing inside, golden erudition.
And yet -- you; the greatest opposition.
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