Vacuum
What if all
actions didn’t exist?
And we
reversed what we could
Emotion
is the item that begrudges or not what we did
Would
happiness rise from an inconsequential grid?
After
reversal would be a vacuum clean
Open like
an innocent, vulnerable and keen
A race to
fill that temporary virgin
Virtue by
nature is a heady type of gin
It
requires nurture and constant attention
Evil and
sloth lurks and will ooze into any vacuum
It’ll
seek revenge in defeat because of chagrin
Finesse
is essential for winning is always a margin
Happiness
upon reverting would be a choice about hurting
The
butterfly effect of smaller changes resulting in greater unraveling
Nothing
can remain in a vacuum lest a demagogue arise
Risk the
reversal but ensure the sun is the rise
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