1501
5.40
9.ii.24
nothing always was, nothing always will be
consider just these
words
where they’re from
and go
how brief the breath
think lifeless matter
wires tripped
on your marks, a
whistle
kick off
none of it lasts
nor all of the
trumpets to tell
gorgon, chimera
the bones of the saints
broken dragons
key of C
it’s every deity to
dust
none make it to the
end of time
the road runs out
all loves and equal
loathings
this pedantry
shortlived
punchline, joke
all haunting’s
fizzle
days of the week,
the hours
neither God nor the
idea
even the triangle’s
in question
(at least your
thinking it)
or is there after
all?
none know!
you may dream on
with fellow feeling
slogan, sly wink
the music stops
the chairs are gone
the parcel’s all
passed out
where’s Eeyore?
tail long gone
not the flower
not the garden
not the old
nostalgic song
not this frail form
nor any sky
tin smoke
our star to its
death as all must
no one there to
witness
nothing forever
but now
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