Saturday, November 15, 2008


Create my legacy
you fingers that trample and woo

Leave behind nothing
no substance but blue
but do forget the morning dew

Yes, leave that
left in darkness it will do.

Die in secret
you organ that is the life
the devil of me
the smile for you

the substantial things
they will die too
How they gawk and coo!

but in the end
lie back in your gray
I'm through.

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