Am at the bottom right.
Don't wanna climb up.
Need to stay out the fight
Hate to state and interupt
Dissmiss me as irelevant
Don't try and understand
Left behind as the remenant
Of those now in the hand
Am not about to be captured
As one whole 0 of chaotic life
My own sense not being ordered
Like them there causing strife.
My intuition runs counter
Backwards first then inverted
Then am stuck with me type matter
Worrying they will be converted
From my ideal and elegant solution
Taken away and used for there gain
Going round and round in confusion
The hole in the middle not able to drain.
©wrennie
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