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this fiction of mine laboured tightly in the skull of memories and mysteries worked to the wheel by furies who deal the willing thread in...

Thursday, January 5, 2012

life and life only

                  like an epitaph

finally when you discover (distracted
for sure) the outcome of the plot
ruin comes onto you
with its stubborn shove to the edge
and it pushes and pulls you on end...
you try and back off graciously
but on that times-tried bid
it crashes on you
and down you go and this time
it's curtains demise and dissolution
you didn't know that any knowledge
would avail you nothing
that as a completed sentence
it had come to pass
so they carry you to the pit
then everyone goes about the streets
and there may be rays of sunshine
lashing whirrs of love in the breeze

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