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The Hunger That Lingers
I have not progressed
beyond the first or second phase.
Incessantly I am beckoned,
but there is still so awful much here
missed by those who advance in haste!
I am the very foe of slow,
and yet I am loath to waste
all this, that others, having passed by,
now deem non-existent.
I am quite ready to move on—
just let me finish here first anon.
All poems are written and copyrighted by M. C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.