Karma’s plight.
She wrings the cloth of
Karma,
Hangs it on
the cloth line of observation,
Steadfast , the droplets of
water are
Further squeezed,
she opines evil
is gone,
Clips it with
the belief of cleansing karma:
The gubernatorial SUN
and the rustling
WIND touch upon
the adamant ,
Yet karma’s karma
is too powerful
and unrestrained , it extricates
and falls into
the sump to
welter
into the quagmire. She adjusts clips.
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