something strange
resides
along the edge of bizzarity
convoluted yet logical
benign yet edged with extreme
fatal lest it feels like less
at the periphery of our vision
at the horizon of our senses
what our being can only hazard to guess
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the un-rebel
no kind words
await the ill-honoured
un-rebel.
no praise, or applause
or laurels are
deserved by he.
a lament, a tirade
a lengthy convoluted complaint
are better suited for
he who plays the role
of the nonchalant saint.
all his passiveness
filled in neatly
into whatever space
pride left
when it was
scooped out
and left to simmer
in indignity.
a doormat is he
yet the stomp-trampling feet
leave tainted and dirty.
an odd duck perhaps?
befuddled about which
pious path to choose?
no,
just callous
and quiet
and with
nothing to lose.
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