Monday, August 3, 2020

13,029. NEW DROPS AND CHASMS?

NEW DROPS AND CHASMS?
As I look into my short future, 
I don't know what I'll be doing; 
neither the whys nor the hows,
or wherefores, wheres and whens! 
Well, reiterate, short enough anyway. 
Uncle Psyche, I salute you. Your
madhouse is on parade; the air-borne
dirt of a million deceits rides high
the wild wind. That storm is coming
up the coast. Fear thee not; it's got
nowhere to go and there's nothing
left here to blow.
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Yes. Yes. I'll be watching the new
hollows and all those valley roads.
New enticements and oh so strange
vistas. Already I've seen the precipice.
Already I have seen over the edge.

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