Saturday, March 9, 2013

Strange


 


Drop the curtain.
Sense the certain
pestilential
existential

acquiescence
of the essence
of the thing.
Do not sing.

Scurry
into worry.
Languish
in the anguish.

Repel.
Expel.
Decrease.
Release.

Strange,
this peace.







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