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It is not a major contention,
but yes!,
while you are
young
sip and savor the feast
and the wealth of the world,
come and
undress
the bounty of ideas and their mention,
the art in all of its nude
surmise
...and lips and tongue
on that wonderful vacation
that gather
the taste and scent
of the tears
in some lost and terrible eyes
that
the years,
as they well,
might gather a holocaust of more
than wisdom,
work, and pain.
The latter
is simply something you learn in Hell
whose
will is the matter of life
...and it simply will come
like a dumb and
drowsy beast
announcing the act of predation
the marriage
the
meat
and the kill
and the human hope
of a sweetly human salvation
in
murmuring things to the wind
of some far off creation
...things that no child in thinking to know
could ever
know
in a tired conversation that takes its form
with an old
man
gazing out to the rain
waiting for his wife to meet the storm
so
that the two of them
might bundle their hearts
and go....ghosts of an
ancient spindly norm.
