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a land of dying sonnet
in snail-pace schizoid Land of the Dying
they sometimes bake schnapps biscuits
then throw them to black cat eyeing
angels appear asking “what about fiscus ?”
they reply “we care not, passings near
roof leaks, grass not so glitter green
new shoots will bloom, Shangri-La we hear!”
“all acts account to day of goodbyes, clean
fix broken loo and cement those cracks
fill empty birdbath, then plant carnations
give your dues, do not frack
we account credit and debit, our obligations.”
dying embrace living Earth to very end
dimensions shake when you do not mend
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Ghairo Daniels
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