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Trident of Living
Yesterday is wrapped loosely
in the barbs and silky vapor of memory
Tomorrow is a Mahogony wall of steep hope
slippery anxiety -
the what if ascensions and virtual vertical falls
the Present is a awkward roll on an ocean
of crimson crests and sable troughs
perfumed sails and bow crushing sirens
flashes of flippers and fins-
sudden slashes and clicks
the tapestry of grand sudden sorrow.
Copyright ©
Anthony Biaanco
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