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Beautiful Noise
Beauty is a trap.
But who can do without honey?
Are you one who will grant more easily
my claims of knowledge or claims of property?
So many to be brought to justice,
and nowhere to bring them.
Yet now is when it's quiet
(because it's noisy).
I never agreed to decide.
I never committed to decision.
All poems are written and copyrighted by M. C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.