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at some point I changed, from
the shaky-legged, shell-shocked fawn
caught up in the wrong forest,
to a few drops of rank vapor
in the toxic cloud of corruption
that easily inherits all the blame.
Without having consulted the roots
in long enough for the plant to have died,
I continue to call all the wrong shots
loud enough to reverse the best intentions.