Tuesday, March 1, 2016

What is Left of You

You undertook to undertake
creation of a great triumvirate –
three nuanced faces whom you knew
construed three evanescent truths in you.

Except, as soon as here, they flew the roost:
vamoosed and went off somewhere no mere
fraction of a singularity like you could follow.
You tried: they barred the way:

what is left of you was far too flimsy,
insubstantial, shallow. Hard to swallow.
Now you’re a subtraction,
a completely insignificant reaction.


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