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the bittersweet silent story of my life age
fifty and nine automatically rebroadcast 
     in indelible (yet never washed out) beige
indistinguishably linkedin, when counting 
     the last three of seventy somber orbitz, 
     signify torturous custom made cage

whose darkening shades of gray 
housed a weakened Harriet Harris, 
     an ashen corpse lay 
no doubt a grown changeling dust play

a cruel trick, and soul of me mum didst slay, 
so...tis with great difficulty aye write this poem today
cathartic to brush off self denunciation, 
     an albatross that dust way
 
heavily incriminating, ostracizing this mind of mine, 
recurring every year comb May fourth a line 
codifying, delineating, earmarking,  
     and doth likened 
     to elementary school Boyer 

     as in  Henry Kline 
no less painful reflection plus unavoidable, 
     hence this middle aged man lets feelings incline
toward self expression this anniversary 
     revisiting re: deign
 
upon memorializing general up beat
defiance at death of thine late mother, 
     where disease rabidly did eat 
ting her til she expired, 
     this singular married heir 
     set himself a writing fete

wordlessly mouths never expressed greet
unbeknownst reeders gleaning my sentiments heat
ting recollected adieu bid prior, 
     whence she angrily wanted to meet 
that accursed nemesis 
     against healthiness and repeat
  
cherished apothegm, 
     that existence offers no second act 
as she relinquished slipping tenuous weak bract
leave ving ever fainter grip upon cracked
pommel of mortality, an immutable fact
thence black knight denounced, pounced, hijacked
trounced unannounced, vanquished, lacked

motive to rival nixed, extinguished sputtering pact
fast fading joie de vivre unspoken, 
     where death rattle racked 
personal def tone accentuation tracked 
subsequent self castigation, 
     excoriation nearly whacked 

me to Timbuktu rebuking extolling bless
sing experienced from 
     this sole son for thirteen years, aye confess
when the inimitable Harriet Harris
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