1963
6.137
17.v.25
panflash
a circular scroll
ode to the vanish
life’s a flash
and then you’re ash
how will it be to join the all
having been always a part?
I leave myself to it
a precipice slip
a slow drip
freefall
how will it be to not be (?)
is silly sausage stuff
life was always a bit bunged on
on my account
there’s one year shows a rose
let’s wilt
we all will be cured of the world
the world of us
was a tickle grip
much miffed
they won’t even read a will these days
accumulation – pension – gone
and some say go again
but evidence is scant
join the dots
footnote to the endnote yet
it’s wish of the wisp
to enchant
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