The Dissonance
I observed, I was intrigued
The equation I was given did not add up
Strange, help destroyed my faith
Restored the lessons
Life, liars, lip – live on
We met, prior professional, post?
Pretty prose, degraded or upgraded
By disgust
Heightened by sniffling, opinionating
Thoughts or senseful projections
Who are you, do you know?
Strange but despite the gravel
The attrition that could be exacted
By that voice, that honed piece of wood
There was nothing there
Show me you mean
What pours out of
Your spout
Sad you hate
Do something real
Lisa Ann Wilson
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