Thursday, November 09, 2023

Poem, Death, Perfection, Memory


Sometimes A Stab Stab
November 9, 2023

perfection may indeed
by death and all its seeds
step progress on its way
but who are we, aside
from steps so worn bestride
to bay our hounding lethe
diluting worsened death
brought on by perforation

* * *

Me: What. Even.
Brain: Don't ask me, I just write here.



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