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116 · Mar 4
Death's Day
~
Young clothes to age
dissolve & drift beyond the quiet grave
I may not know I may not know
The door with no unlocking key.

yet still Reality persists
A stream that ebbs & flows
Where Time & Truth collide
& I a wisp upon its shore.

~~
87 · May 19
Blind Mutts
We're blind mutts
until we're desperate.

******* in the water
until we're lost in the desert.

— The End —