Day 491: Smoke and Mirrors
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it may not take much
to fool me
for a time
and as long as i’m game
for the price
of foolish errands,
but there is a sage inside me
growing
that can smell a rat
a mile away
and who might let
the smoke and mirrors stay
for a time;
but my vision
is becoming less clouded
by all that reflected smog
and i look clearer to the heavens
without a conscience
clogged.
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