The Best Player of the Game
And it ends with me.
And I am The Lost Seafarer
With a thousand names
To take the place of one.
And I have a million reasons
To discontinue
And disregard.
And I have the taste
Of Virginia Woolf.
And maybe she
Was the culprit
And not I.
But...
It never stops until
I am the culprit,
Drowning in the friscalating dusklight.
Copyright © Samantha Mcdougal | Year Posted 2007
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