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Seeing things through to the end – my only useful trait
borne of being accustomed to waiting.
Waiting is also a vice,
and inaction a sort of visceral thing, conservation of energy,
a kind of gluttony.
I’m intimately familiar with vice and gluttony as well.
But at least I have a useful trait.
delete dis!
Repeat
This is such a coyly sharp, smart poem with one eye fixed clearly on the reader as we make our way through it. Brilliant!