i’ve wandered far from the shadow where i fell
‘tween the rotted roots of concrete monuments
& the ever glacial drift of meaning
they call me cottonmouth behind my back but
who among can boast of less complicity
or with forethought exercise restraint
& concede that less could be more
at least i’ll admit i am not here to teach you
so learn for yourselves of the self & its value
in this late stage cage of crumbling margins
they call me cottonmouth behind my back but
who among comprehend the half-life of aeons
or can find wisdom so thoroughly hidden
& concede the point without the question
i’ve wandered far from the shadow where i fell
‘tween the monetised myths & wholesale burnings
& the never-ending grift beyond meaning
by TONY SINGLE
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unbolt me 
“& the never ending grift beyond meaning” Perfect last line. Love this one.
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Thank you so much! Poems aren’t always the easiest things to satisfyingly end, so I really appreciate that!
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Tony,
A heavy thought. Tired and worn from life. Hope spring of the soul is coming. Thanks, Gary
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And tired from the world that capitalism made. Thanks, Gary!
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It’s all in how we spend our time.
Gary Avants Forbear Productions * *garyavants66@gmail.com garyavants66@gmail.com
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Absolute classic! 🤘
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Yes!
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😊🙏
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they call me cottonmouth behind my back but
that’s such a good line that all I can do is repeat it in the comments section
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Josh, that you would even do that means a lot. Thank you!
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Oona: “Oooh! Giant cat toy! Fun to bat around!”
Lulu: “I don’t know, Oona, tumbleweeds can be a little spiky.”
Oona: “SO CAN OONA!!!”
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🤣🤣🤣
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