The geniuses of life, dissolving in the imbecility within, slowly dying, slowly ending, so slow, an unrelenting flow, a gradual demise, an importunity to surmise, the impermanence of existence, and its waning importance, importance so unconscious, the fading will to be pretentious, the pretence so livid, rooted deep and so vivid, but there is no exigency, for cherishing this delinquency, the delinquent mind and the delinquent soul, a mind a soul searching but nothing more, a frivolity with that same importunity, unknown and partial, indeterminable but all so parable, but what shall be the end of this endeavor, the same impermanence forever, but forever persistent is the strife for such an ephemeral life, an unjustifiable life, but still there shall be a battle, and all its spoils………
Poetic Injustice --- The myriad me, in myriad ways,
and myriad words, in myriad lays.
To stay, to sway, to the new glory,
to my past allay....
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