DMZ
We have come to an awkward place,
A North/South Korea moment where
No one has claimed victory
Yet no one has admitted defeat,
An awkward and stressful moment
That now demands a resolution.
My DMZ is this kitchen table
Where victories are declared in stare-downs
And brief moments of interregnum.
The cost of coming to this peace table
Is the surrender of certain doctrines,
I wonβt call them principles,
That I decline to follow
Any longer.
If surrender is not possible
Then a willingness to negotiate
Would certainly be nice.
Palimpsest 
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