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by Jeph Johnson

My voice sullen
by unresolved choices.
I risk approaching desolation
in my surroundings
there's something called desperation.
Though appalling, I'm intrigued.
It's my daft intent
to restore the whimsical
candy-store atmosphere
I really meant
when I first applied
for this carnival ride
through her smile.
Nothing to believe,
(or hidden up my sleeve)
but a phantom fearfulness that's real.
I must underscore my motive:
(It's clear from here)
Endure until I appeal to her eyes.