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
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

Along the unremarkable reservoirs 

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