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A Line, Hook and Sinker 09.28.25 By Kevin R. Mitchell

Satisfied with less, than the market bears Lost in thought there, somehow unaware Of what it was once, upon another’s time Pushed past pressures, bell curve’s peak

Nothing left wherein, aligned to seek Tainting with, an unappreciated reek Choosing a different weight, will I think Trapped in expectation, blackhole sink

Hear against, original’s sin Forbidden fruit’s, forgotten A transitory moment’s, win Becomes mores, begotten Ills, forms of what isn’t fair

Satisfied with less, than the market bears Lost in thought there, somehow unaware For what it was once, upon another’s lines Pushed past pressure, at bell curve’s peak

Tainting with, an unappreciated reek Nothing left, wherein aligned to seek Trapped in expectation, blackhole sink Choosing a different weight, I will think

While looking, as somewhere else Identity derived, for just us arrived Stepping backs, from another’s brink Nothing gained, life’s a passing blink

Hear against, in original sin Forbidden’s suits, forgotten As transitory, moment’s win Mores becoming, from ill begotten Stilled forms, before what’s not fair

Committed as a thought, unaware Appreciating is, what’s not to bear Bought like a line, hook and sinker Paradigms shifting, idle time tinker