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Donna Sorensen

Truth badgers my brain like a large gong
repeatedly going bong-bong.
"Listen to me, be me,
follow me, think about me,"
it rages sometimes endlessly on and on and on.
"I am not equipped
to respond," I say,
"So leave me alone to delude, to chew, and to exude,
and then we can talk about you."
Why do I love you and pursue you
when to know you I distort you and defuse you,
for you are elusive and I am not receptive
so why this connection.

Your indescribable allure undermines
my most reasonable senses,
fogging and clogging my tunnel of scrutiny,
demanding no this way,
and this way,
pulling and tugging my wholeness and willingness
into extinction.
No never say I,
will love till I die,
your being, your seeing, your entirely.

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