Cauldron’s Dripping

But In sharp contrast –

A plan eludes us
We’re rowing surreptitious
circles while we think.

There’s nothing; the angry stench –

Failure has a smell
It swims beneath you and then
gobbles you right up.

Luckily, the sea –

The last stanza lifts
Like ocean waves I’m tossed and
turned back, angry, new.

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Cauldron’s Dripping

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