How

How I run 

From the thing 
That keeps me afloat 
Then return 
Like I never left
The careful self-sabotage
All too evident.


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