Pulling Thorns

I spoke a mantra

Wrote it down,

I thought I had expelled you.

 

The hiccups paused,

I believed were done,

Until another gasp inhaled you.

 

How can this be

For any good?

I must find and burn your altar.

 

How have ancient

Dreams withstood

These years they do not alter.

 

Why won’t they falter

Like I do?

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