Act Three - Guy Kettelhack - Poetry & Ephemera
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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