David Walker Poet Rhyme

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Prognoses Past

Prognoses Past
David J Walker

What is left to be said of 
	Whose childhood lost 
in past sunlit pastures 
of false 
memory

my ears ache 
in the wake 
of acid rocks  

my heart breaks  
for the sake 
		of mis-set clocks 

colors I thought I knew
pronounce each hue 
		in a variant tone
in each case 
		I was wrong 

but who was right

While prophets of the past 
		amend prognoses  
that did not come to pass

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