Relative Something

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any
calm day
hunting
for treasure
is nothing more
than one clue
leading to another
and nothing ever ends
when distraction
is the rule
and the dream
that inspires
a chase
ends up having
inorganic origins
that drip
drip
drip
like an old and leaky faucet
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 .like that time in the crime drama
where they glide into the house
holding their guns in the classic pose
to find the person dead on the floor
there are so many things
I would gladly share with you
if only I understood what they are
cause of death was asphyxiation
looks like it wasn’t the lover
he had a confirmed alibi
suddenly it’s an alphabet party
of agents with federal authority
on a sunny summer morning
and I can’t think of a thing to say
to make the things just beyond my grasp
make sense in a clear coherent way
heads are gonna roll
it was someone at the top
until the dramatic last-minute twist
turns the show on a dime
just in the nick of time
leaving one less question unanswered
and all the real drama
. well and truly intact

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