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As I Plot Just One More Day
I am immeasurably honoured to have been invited to collaborate with as fine a poet as Robert Lindley. Our first collaborative process has been very quick, very instinctive and very natural. Thank you, Robert, for a very rewarding joint venture. As I Plot Just One More Day A collaboration with Robert Lindley 11th October 2018 Desperate as the waking at blackest dawn I seek only moments within eternity, for the day upon me is long and I do not ponder its end. Forever the blackened door beckoned in tones of promising delights who can know what lies in its beyond perhaps a cure for the world's pains I walk halls leading to its hurts echoes that resounded as if playing with no malice, future screams at my hesitation as I plot just one more day as I hide my lusts just one more day. Decadent as the lust of gloomiest noon I am immersed in the consummation and overpowered in the contest, yet hopeful that still I may embrace eternity's devious charm. Never ending cycles eat into a wanton soul they are all too familiar and their boredom becomes a chain a rasp in my dying breath I hear its rhythm and each echo speaks O' that parade of desires hides deep within as the dark expands its borders as I plot just one more day as I hide my lusts just one more day. Dire as the languishing at darkening dusk I seek an eternity of moments to sate my lust and to quell my rage, to forgive and to be forgiven.
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