Elegy To the Passing Parade
Sometimes it does exasperate--
Around you, people tend to die,
just when you're catching on
to why they're there.
You want to plug into their minds
and stir a bit--discover inner dreams
and find some parallel inquiry
that otherwise would simply drift away,
too readily abandoned,
by a faithless lethargy.
Not surprising, I suppose,
for I will do the same.
Amid identical frustrations;
they still die, and immortality
alone assumes its truth, but only
on the shores of fantasy,
and then the moment dawns
when mortal irony will have its day
and on the morning tide
a stunning revelation born anew
is swept away.
~
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