Ode to Control

Letting go

In a time like this

Wood burning mess

When the times are hard

An ode to control

Is called

Norms of ideals

Exist no longer

When the ice melts

And turns into water

From my tiny apartment in NYC

Packing up my life

City to city

A republic in confusing times

And settings

Ode to control

If I were a risky man

I would be betting

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