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Rejoice or Recoil.

Army of minions,
faithful,
subservient:

of course, it all goes
to his head.

Predictably, his mind spirals
out of control
in the tension betwixt

juggled responsibilities,
craving some space
all to his own

into which he could withdraw
to escape this madness,

catch his breath,
take score,
rejoice or recoil…  

Sure as the reverse,
wound must come unwound:

they asked for it.

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