PROXIMATE DANGERS
Here's where the ends hang:
'Nothing makes sense and I
don't understand.' Hand me
that scabbard, lend me a hand.
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Shadows fall where sunlight
fails. I think. Perhaps it's not
like that too, but merely another
illusion. Nothing lasts forever?
We have such a profusion.
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Don't prove me wrong, but I can't
be right? I heard you say that,
when you thought I'd not be
listening. Let those who have
ears hear, and eyes see.
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For the rest, you get what you
get and should let it all be. No
longer can I shoulder this guilt
and this activity. In every direction
I go, there is a proximate danger
of something. Succeed? Pass?
Or fail? Quite very perplexing.
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