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Lifes Jackdaws
Life’s Jackdaws I wish it were now! Yes now!? ?Seven tens and two years further along, like that dead headed summer garden, you know the song, you a long time gone, In your eyes I saw all the answers, to all those questions which I never knew then, you never spilt any, I constantly watched for drips of clues uttered unhidden. Oh, and how, now, that impossible conversation would level this rutted path of blunder, wonder rattles those memories, stirring thoughts echoing as loud, rumbling mind thunder, in a spiteful way, where washed up confusion reigns answerless, wishes would become, a frail burnt paper kite in a storm of lightning shadows, no solace to share just numb. Instead, we coral horses galloping in endless circles, ridden by yesterday’s spectre, So, we as empty wonder boxes, move on in the shadow of the hourglass’s collector, we don’t see the time pass, we see the thoughts pass, on a destiny bound runaway train, amid the cackling squabbles of life’s Jackdaws wielding their blunted knives life stained.
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