:blinded as the chalk dust blew:
oblivion is nothing new ~ i’ve been there once and will go back too
i awoke crying as sensations grew ~ til death rubbed out all i knew
god only knows who’s really who ~ i’m bamboozled a sign could do
blackboard equations esoteric and true ~ chalk dust for us to chew
can’t see past these monokus ~ that’s okay try this existential clue
life blindly flails on through ~ to bumble and fumble like mr magoo
By
David Kavanagh
Copyright © David Kavanagh | Year Posted 2024
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