War Postponed - No Clouds

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Howard ... I wish I'd known you But then ... maybe I DID Choices, tastes, motivations, obsessions, demons (Ah yes, demons ... with no damned respect for protocol) Near perfect reflections of my own, finish-to-start Like fate put flesh on a hanger for tomorrow Pressed in cellophane with a number tag Every bit I've learned and heard Leaves me with a shaking head For it is as familiar as my own, unsullied They thought you strange ... hermit, recluse But that was pain, nothing less or more The dark revenant that blooms in suffering's shadow They never wore your shoes, but tongues wagged just the same I know it all ... the endless thoughts, spinning No quiet, even in your own head ... even in dreams The same torturing self-analysis and fault Nerves afire, aching for relief The horrid sickness of body and mind that replaces it ... forever I do not envy you your sorrowful, lonely end in the least But I DO begrudge you your fate, ultimate For the spinning has stopped ... Mine ... goes on.

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