Day 54

5/18/2006

I spend my time transversing a long and fevered path
And reach a place of unrecur, dodging Nature's half.
For these cold hours I do without Man's ill-dispense or disarray,
And leave for others numb dull covers of Odin's stumbling race.

I notch a cane
Or weave insane amusements
(Now flaming) kindled fast.

I had a chance, I passed it by.
It wasn't fear of leaning rail or inching toward
(Next Wednesday to miss)
The coming, crushing terminus.

I find no extern soul to shape
(My sense-reflection hinterscape)
And so must live with what is left
To form my interneciness.

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