Apparitions'
a measure
so that I am
yond my being
I weigh my essence
or I be for naught
illusions tales my guise
to elude my talents cling
lest I smother
'neath gravity's burden of them
and choose meager bones
so that I be,
amidst my glance
respires an ode
to an untamed world that polar's ... parts
once hath I chanced its form
though betrayed by romance
the apparition of my soul
the stellar being that remains in sorts
as tis casuality probes
knows I of calm,
a selfish shadow
lacking in want
as they push and shove
the aspects of nothing
nonchalant, I'm in repose
as they oblige me
with their repetitive posturing
escapes to ponder
a lakeside dive
methinks custody
of myself
as a mirror ... wavers a smile,
a knocking
at my door, "It's me!"
it's that stranger I knew
since birth
"Have you?"
it remembers
have I done
what I should have done
(as casuality engages)
yes ... no ... maybe so
Mr. Death
--well, I guess
this is the end
--naught for me
it isn't
--what do you mean
it isn't ...
stop this absurdity
for its zero hour
oh where did you put your bucket
now what are you doing
--I'm writing
--what
pray tell
--Part II ...
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