ART THOU THE
BLESSING
OR THE CINCH?
So many marvels have happened,
I lose count. I've lived enough that
enthronement is a foolish concept
because I can see how all things
fade. The willow'd brush is not the
will-o-the-the wisp - one being a
tree, and the other a mystery: gases
that take life over water. How apt
is that?
-
May l please my colleagues with a
tenor of my time before you judge?
We go through singularly, yet we
exit as a lump of like-minded people
intent on not knowing each other, or
swearing we don't, in any case.
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