The Protector
First I protect me,
Then I suspect me,
Next I direct me,
Now I reject me,
Soon I’ll eject me,
So I don’t subject me
To more of my own protection.
*
Am I evolving?
Perhaps I’m devolving,
I hope I’m absolving,
And I’m not dissolving,
What needs resolving,
For I’m not involving
More of my own protection.
*
Will I regenerate?
Or merely procrastinate.
I need to accumulate
The will to congratulate
Myself and to speculate
That I wont degenerate
After more of my own protection.
Ad infinitum …
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