How

 How I run 

From the thing 

That keeps me afloat 

Then return 

Like I never left

The careful self-sabotage

All too evident.

.Anant

A song

this small town

Has the love

All the love I need 

You see

The folks here

They are not rich

But they have good hearts

They'll know if you're hurting

And they'll give you a comforting hug

And if nothing else

This old town is like a friend

Like a buddy you can always come back to

This old town

Oh

This old

Lovely

Little town

Residual

Meekly flows the 

Residual sense of enlightenment

Like the unremarkable water 

Of civilization

Lust drives much of it

The world of our perceptions

Money, power, sex

Disingenuity reigns

In cities and in mountains and on seas, it

Always has

Never was a time it didn't

Deeper conversations, a moot 

Reconciliation of virtue 

Desire and sin.

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Anant Dhavale