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Charming Thinker
Come to terms with loss,
for the reality that awaits you is
unforgiving as it may without yield.
Withholder from the bleak truth.
Doubt listening sat weighted,
claiming with measurable vigor.
Not one person awaits behind
the a gatefold in porcelain white.
If, Oh!
Only a branch held upon it a universal threshold.
A seismic energy wavelength maintained,
transmuted from a bubbling something
to a nothing absolute.
Room for growth
but no square footage left for you.
In the hole
down and out.
Seared love dead and gone.
Magic gone long /
hula hooping gravities' static pressures.
Gotten good at getting to the goat,
got it every time now.
Almost a guarantee,
blessed with Godless speed.
One speaks:
Open the Gate.
Two spoke:
I expected entrance.
Three say:
I expected a Gate.
Dead Wait,
in-place that gate remains.
In a gridlock pieces stay.
Petrified gorgeous by an embalming sun.
Expand Bye consuming blue skies.
It's too bad it's that exactly.
Blinding hot heat,
Next to a too late feeling.
No loss immunized;
"It like me, no time to wait, no time to waste."
Why wait
when you haven't made love you alone?
Make love, lover it's self? All by yourself?
Take a ticket,
guess the number.
Copyright ©
William Rodriguez
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