12/16/12
To be absurd is to learn control
a sense of mercy and math
we are a people making mock of sanity
lingering on fine details
imperatives turned to nothing at all
I look death in the eye each lingering day
what looks back at me
like the sun set on the sea
is the ghost of my reflection
a scene designed
like my own undefined
And there are things
you ought never bind with closely
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