Poem -

Refinement

Dross or nah...

Refinement

It's your mind.
If you lose it
then you'll need mine to peruse the confusion.
And there's no time
for recusion.
The venue is changeless
in constant seclusion.
Within your mind
there's a blues rift.
A solemn tonation of faith
in a match lit
to search and seize the forensic attachment to all this time spent from dross to refinement...
To find
your mind.

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