complacency

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complacency

lives adjacent to me

but i do not knock

on its door

i wave to it

from the north window

and refrain from connecting

to it furthermore as

the last time i converged

with the mug of someone smug

the direction of my trajectory

was a roundabout forcing

me south

there is discrepancy to be found

between idly pompous and

alternatively humbly

content

though the former was her

modus operandi creating

analogical thrombus

the latter my

h o n e s t

intent

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