Inexactitude
At water break, a wail for dust –
Fate sighs, for jest, has mused a blight,
And gamers throb, in bliss of lust,
Cast brawn and sweat to stoke a plight.
The devil’s kiss, the angel’s tear -
In raging muse, to conform dread,
In caring weep, to rescue drear,
In dance of life to dirge of death.
A throne, to seat the villain heart -
A pad, to ease the saintly knee -
In midst, feet stomp in chaotic march,
To play the mind, to cause folly.
Space, time and rotting starch –
Smarmy! The lucid platitude –
Heaven and hell, wait post the purge,
Sharing, man’s … inexactitude.
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