Skewed Stature


Life catches us up in word and deed,
Courts us with ease in cases of need,
It maintains a dialogue outside the status quo
And filters the image that encounters media snow.

Automatic, love comes to hand
Before its convenience can be banned
By higher powers, shedding light
As well as every other rustled plight.

So what if time does not distinguish class
And pairs nicely with a hint of sass.
Still, revolution is not the root cause,
Rather, vindication, with a remedial clause.

On our way out, each follow-through
Hits its own triumphant brand with much ado
And squares up with its personal wager,
Still, subject to second nature.

And even on the other side,
Let your conscience be your guide,
Be it angel, plan or creature,
Again, subject to second nature.

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