Golden Edged Goose, Poem Number 2455, dated March 5, 2018

I, am the whirlwind that bends, even as it rends...
I,am iron will, that cannot be impinged...
A suggestive trait of fractured states,
Of doubling down, while retreating in haste...
I'm found out, I'm in disrepute,I'm in doubt,
I'm confident, I'm resolute...

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