More Poetry

At the time I wrote this, I didn't know how prophetic it would become. It comforts me to know somewhere inside I knew and prepared myself for something that would not endure, could not maintain the threads needed over the long haul. Still, I'm glad to know then and now that sometimes I know what I don' t know...
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Can’t Do

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Could you?
I’m at the beginning:
Accept, Accelerate, Acquiesce,
and sprinting to the L’s,
Long, Loosen, Lighten up,
Onto to the T’s:
Trust, Turn in, Truncate,
Then to the final stop:
Zero. Zilch. Zenith.
I am plucking words,
Seeking sounds,
And mixing colors
To explain why oh why
You are there
And I am here
And the in-between
Is alphabetically and phonetically speaking
All Wrong.