Thursday, May 9, 2013

No Poem

No poem nor plea nor pledge nor pratfall even. No missive nor minstrelsy (no music) nor even madness. Nothing for this demon I now am to do. Am to do? Nothing; to the Devil with us all. And there, maybe: one last dance in/of flame. One final chance for the light to be seen. Finally again, and truly final, our eyes alight.

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