3167. REALLY GOING NOWHERE AT ALL

REALLY GOING

NOWHERE AT ALL
On my cataclysmic affairs, on my
datebook of time, on my honor, on my
reprieve, on my insistence, I will never
aver. This is a distant nomenclature.
This is a rising anger. This is Despair.
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There : I see. That small, young boy is
bouncing that large, round ball, which,
thrown to hoop, there remains at rest
for but a moment, a secondary space
of time, nay, too, an instant, before
failing and deciding then to drop.
Which the young boy retrieves.
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Oh clouds like pterodactyls raging -
cut a'fly along the sky - roaring with
a snappish cut aligned to fear and anger,
as if suitcased all for travel but really
going nowhere at all. Really,
going nowhere at all.