The Big Right

Thankless ministrations plot our course

Like pushpins on the map of our reality.

Each one placed by you to signify another

Moment when failure flagged me down.

The moving and maneuvering of all

That’s come before to lead us to the

One conclusion, that declaration

That you said you’d always knew.

The dancing puppets of broken dreams

Play on the strings you’ve been pulling all along.

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