FIFTY

Day Fifty:   Hunt.

No intention of triumph

But mostly cold snd small

Weak attempts

Of anunderstanding

Short tempered, little confidence

Lulling into a light slumber

Of lecturing mouthes for a cause

Glazed over eyes, short sniffs

Of interest

That exhaust shortly after beginning.

And among all of these

It becomes clear.

It:  the stench of disinterest,

Not quite but almost failure.

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