Poem: Indecision

Indecision

It would be simple
if their were better choices,
not just the old options,
not repetitions and redundancies,
both and all,
which seems a lot,
but it is only a lot of one thing,
a lot of what is not anything at all,
is one thing in disguise next to itself.
If other choices were available,
the choice could be made,
but not when it is no choice at all.



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