Unsureness molds to subtlety
And subtlety to piety
In mourning of calamity
And trials of the sanity
The rule is obtuse brevity
No self-denying levity
For levity is tearing
And lack of it uncaring
A moment, breathless, riveting
A thousand "What ifs"
Pivoting
On one
climac
tic
hesitance
And everybody's leaving
And then returns the breathing
And cardiac tom-beating
Eventful, and yet fleeting














Comments
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Just beyond the last horizen, I shall settle down
I love the rhythm, though.
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Will you still respect me in the morning?
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It's all about beat; Snap your fingers.
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