Unordinary
by Dan Ankers
The Poet for our times
is whipped and ripped
and torn asunder for the thousandth time
He or She knows the many roads that mankind
has billowed outward, never doubtful, always reaching
a decline.
Now is the time for true renewal of our substance, unrestrained.
Now is the time for our arrival in the year unordinary.
Extraordinary. We Should Vary. We Should Change.
We should rearrange.
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