Tuesday, March 4, 2014


Went wrong, but sung so well until
Synapse collapsed and tenor's
Tenure fell, discord accorded space
And so forgave. And gave,
Too much again, again, and spent
Relentless fall on falling: Halt! Observe
And see what failing fled rose-tinted
Vision, once was asked within enticement's
Wicked spin. Drawn in, redressed, re-Painted
Less, and less a simple, single thread
Or shred of poor, alone,
And actual; grieve, not for loss, nor
Fault nor fervor, nae, weep for
Meeting more than halfway, fleeting
Though it seemed, and mostly
Gone, anyway.

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