Death On the Fringe
The older I get,
the louder the Muse does parade
The shorter the moment,
the deeper her message invades
The older I get,
distant voices wither and fade
With death on the fringe
—all focus recentered and staged
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
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