1956

for the longest while, merely
overhearing the dark and soiled
richness of life (the wild and raging
tatum of your existence)
seemed to fling you farther
into the black, inky vortex of time;

it seemed that the answer to everything
was “yes”, and you would be granted
the privilege of becoming every legend
you had learned.


unfinished. originally an acrostic.

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