Absolutist!
Flautist or Flutist!
While I couldn't blame you
I nurtured the truth.
Whistling high
Your blind-sighted cry
I oracled, say
You ignored the sooth.
You failed to believe me,
I failed to relieve these
Months that collected
Like cards up my sleeve.
But I'm no magician,
Nor gambling logician.
Just curious and curved
To bereft, you, leave.
You absolutist.
Word-smithing Buddhist.
Monestarically
Made me a whore.
And now no more broken
Than ever before,
my trumpet lies limp
With your flute on the floor.
absolutist...
Gentle Inscrutist.
Oh how you ruined
My plans to be kind.
And I, Absolutist,
The bluntest and bluest
Though as yet truest
I'm not made to mind.
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