MY REASON FOR BEING
Let me propose : it is all now lost in the glove,
as distant as a hand in an avalanche - that
snowy glide of the last thing you saw. Before
the mountain caved in. Before the whole world
went white. I have no index cards from the old days
to show - penciled-in info, penned explanations.
Nothing I can bring to the party that would help
with the lighting. I've always been a latecomer, the
fireman on his probationary term, 6-months to learn
on the job. But - alas - too late for the fire; just
look at that pile of ashes where ten used to live.
Everything over and done : one hand in the
gutter, the other on the rung. This ladder,
buddy, goes nowhere. What men do
now is no longer my concern.
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How people consume their originations is
legion - the stuff of bibles and history.
Hannibal and Charlemagne dining out
with Alexander the Great.
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