Thursday, March 16, 2017

9294. MY SANG-FROID

MY SANG-FROID
When all I do is sit to watch others
die, then I start to wonder, who am I?
What swarmed cell fixation has left
me, dizzy, on such compunction's door?
I am monarch of all I delay, and the
ruler of all my dismay. But, good
fortune  -  such as it is  -  smiles
on me too. I am sitting in Walden
Pond, to notice, all the water is
outside of this canoe!

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