Tuesday, November 24, 2015

7496. I GUESS

I GUESS
When I have nothing more to go to I go to
Death, I guess. Then people ask my why.
Then I try to answer the guy. Who asks.
But there's no answer, and I'm lost.
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The filigree of the partition, the Ides of
Parcheesi, the Bridge Over the River Why.
What else do you want me to say. It's certain
we will die. Let's not look at it too closely.
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Here, here the blue g;lass is reflecting the sun
I am a prophet, to prophesy no one. Floodgates 
are open and here the river is raging. Each 
direction I look, someone's worth saving.

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