Monday, July 26, 2021

13,724. VERSIMILITUDE, WANTON

VERSIMILITUDE, WANTON
The dogs are barking. The
yellow lightbulbs throw a
glow across two dim-lit 
rooms where silent people  
-  so intently working  -  pass
their times  of day. Along the
painted millwork, Springtime
has arrived. I see the spiders -
prancing about - that have now
appeared with this new season's 
warmth. 
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The new air brings out everything:
saps that flow, flower-bulbs ready
to pop. People lunging at anything:
to go , to  have, to get. To give? No,
that I do not know. 
-
Centuries eventually crumble under
all this pressure, like coal into a
diamond turned. Such urgings 
take the toll of time elapsed. 
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Say nothing to break the endless spell.
Say nothing to break the endless spell.

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