Poem: Turnoff

 

Turnoff

 

stumbling through what she was,

challenged by the pretentious beast,

she knew full well,

without even eye contact,

that the riddle had no puzzle;  

that the quest lacked results 

beyond the trick.

 

there are wings, yes, but no flight.  

there are teeth that cannot chew on substance.

what confounds cannot hear.

 

she turned away, into the cold,

even though god stayed lukewarm

and said he could forgive

this lack of faith.

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