In an Effort to Seize The Minutes...All The Hours, and The Days...

My fingers trembled

And forsake me...

...Failing to do my

Fragile will.

...Raw flesh and

Bones

Are thrashed

Beneath the nearest

Underpass,

And there's uh

Anchor

'round my neck

That no one ever

Could foresee...

How close we come

To our demise

Every dying hour of

Our fragile lives!...

There is the artifice,

And Gods

That in vain

We fast invent

In our hurried,

Horrid ways

To kill the aching

Mad torment...

In an effort to seize

Minutes,

And the hours,

And the days

That we to stand here, naked

Waiting

For the miracle to raise

Itself from fertile soil

Where forever has

Been stashed...

...My fingers have forsaken me,

But still I ride the slippery

Sash

That separates both

Loose leaf worlds...

...As I so blatantly unfurl

The fleeting urge

To kill time yet...

...It seems too unsure

Now to fret...

...Now I am free of

Cruel dead weights

I can express

My gratitude.

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2018

Bunny Villaire