Dreaded day

Experimental methods to discover

Where adoration and hatred coalesce

Undercover is my default setting

Fast from under the covers like a bedwetter or a bad wedding

Wake up bad weather morning of something you’re dreading

Hang your head in shame, they read it aloud, taking

Notes, those pens were loud, place felt crowded

Hatred and love are brothers scuffing like fox cubs

So similar despite convention, no contravention

To say such deep and elemental wellings are sourced from one place.

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