Introspection

Observing the behavior of some friends,
assessing misdirection trod by kin,
and knowing where futility extends
if I were to object or just begin
advising with a grimace or a grin,
I realize I should aim the scope instead
at infant implants under my own skin,
and ancient habits networking my head.

(Huitain)

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