Vagaries

A sharpened axe time is
Each day I am slit
Into pieces too many to gather
Yet being coerced
Do I have to pick up the slain pieces
A dexterous weaver time is
So meticulously but pitilessly
Does it entangle me into
Its ever complicating web
Of utter perplexity and pains
When no medics with their
Pharmaceutical Knowhow can cure
So do I nothing but endure
©jeyforyou

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