The Rogue Nun
Assessing Damages [Fibonacci]
I
had
fallen
off of the
face of the planet.
Caught in a tornado of life,
I was spun into oblivion and disappeared--
creativity sacrificed
for a worthy cause
but not lost,
only
stilled.
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