Vacillation
for matters where
indecision plays rook with time
one resorts to
vacillation, suspend what beliefs
are, walk a mile, count sheep,
spend a night in a boat alone,
sleep in a hammock, ride a horse,
bathe in the river, sun bathe on the cliff,
sit on a Persian pillow
chant, hush, and finally
God forbids,
die.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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