Circumstances coagulate
like thickened blood,
platelets mingling
when their conjoining is
their undoing,
iron-rich and ready,
their presence tells a story,
ultimately though, thin as water,
a miserable plaintive memory.
Nothing to recall,
none to happily recount,
for useless endings
are visible
from those once so-devout.
Blinking, without shock,
I take in what’s never been
eye-to-eye,
searing, the viewpoint,
is ultimately something
tiring.
Even I have read this tale
over and over,
words, nonsensical,
pass by me,
rolling innocent thunder,
I know the beginning,
middle and end,
here the tale dangles
by a god-damned thread.
Best to be kind,
not allow the swing,
indebted, it seems,
by and to everything,
shan’t allow it this way,
both guilty in various claimed styles,
I wander away,
fairy-like feet,
but never ashamed on my tippy-toes.
(01/10/21)
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