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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Between spacetime ripples lurk dark energy waves, emanating from the void strange forces hold me slave I mean! What type of creature/ flies a kite in thunderstorms One searching for answers carrying Cain’s multiple forms? Left to roam earth’s surface, blind man at the controls, Free will: a human delusion, designed for plugging holes Filling up wishing wells that possess no walls or gold, If angels once flew here, torn scapulas failed to hold Inconsequence yields potential for those without aim, Living in guilty dreamland, faking the conscience game Fate’s not predestined, broken paths bifurcate the way; Either side are minefields, where decimal points blow astray Catatonic medication seeps into my mind Light speed slows down bringing stability of a kind I stare at open ripples, stretching ever far apart, reflecting chronic heartbeats, flatlining from the start Can barely make an effort to clear my cluttered desk; paperweights grow heavy, the inkwell more grotesque Time — time is endless when prepping a final letter. No sense quoting scriptures; makes the flood outside seem wetter To hell cast this world, gamble away life’s coffers Nothing left but truth that only entropy offers Chip the tip off a bullet, Russian roulette my head Peep inside the hole dum-dum, you can always bank on red Question marks hang over Cain; mine has proven true Decimal point erred again, later resurfaced askew Left to bear its blunder, I send my kite into a storm tonight, To hear the heavens rage, “That decimal point was always right” By David Kavanagh
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