No way to celebrate now
The end is nigh we’re told
Stanzas double up on us
The old mind
Can’t decipher codes
Like it could.
You have an ancient
Antique quality
Not seen in any
Roadshow. What may
Have been lost
Is now light.
As if we vaporize
And all that we were
Can’t be substantiated
Nor remembered. Doesn’t
That (my dear)
Make you sadder and sadder.
To take these ideas
To the tracks
To find the end of your perspective.
-jim hill (3-16-09)
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
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2 comments:
lovely !
thank you, dratski
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