A moment started but ended long ago or an unfinished/untitled poem from August of 2023.  Might as well publish this unfinished poem. Why not? It won't be finished ever.  There is no recreating the anguish felt at that time.  But sometimes it's important to revisit the dark past so the present can be more fully appreciated. 

Too many battles to win the war 

the war on slavery, oh slave of the soul

You've lost too many battles

how can you possibly win the war?

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Oh game arcade where a mallet does not take

This head, or that head, does not make.

I just don't want anything to do with anything

So I fell down the rabbit hole

where stress and malice

finish 2nd and 3rd sections