The Echo Returns Not
We see their subterfuge
A low animal cunning
Geniality a camouflage
Deviousness concealing
We recognise but judge not
For as at this coordinate
Moving in a narrow ego slot
Baser instincts precipitate
Whatever for them we do
Casting pearls before swine
As they stir the toxic brew
We pray that love may align
Outcomes inconsequential
Yet no need to trauma bond
Sidestepping the inimical
We flow on with no demand
Our suggestions unsolicited
Find in hearts no resonation
We walk away love unrequited
Immersed in our own meditation
23-September-2020
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