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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Alison Stone

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The moon raises her blade
above another day of cleaning and regret.
Great works of art un-begun.
Important conversations lost
to logistics. Tired and wired,
we scurry, stopping for arguments
and protein bars, imagining
a slower, more peaceful age
that may never have existed,
or if it did, was only for the rich,
who visited each other and drank tea,
played games, or walked the grounds while servants
pounded fancy gowns clean, polished
the silver, dusted the manor, and then fell
into dream-ravaged sleep.