Sometimes I find old work that I never published. This, along with a few others I haven’t completed yet were in a folder marked "recipes" for some asinine reason.
My addle brain works in mysterious ways
I could say that I am so tired
But honestly
Undeniably
There is oddly your energy
I could say that what has transpired
Is regrettably
The result of a litany
Of shenanigans you have compiled for delivery
Conjured
Structured
Set up for your own amusement
But incidentally
And some would say ignorantly
I did not see things or see them clearly
Until my view of you had been repaired;
Rewired
Emotionally spared
And eventually
The fog lifted higher and higher
Until the trueness declared
You to be a consummate liar
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