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MANY TIMES
MANY TIMES
Many times
Foregone and hanging
listless in the treading wake
of a thousand and one
making of that which comes of teeming
and somehow coming and becoming
looking at things dead on I'd say were gone
black and poignant and pertinent to the moment
little did we count on the interloper
oh...of that which is...
and of what order did we in soft and ambient tones originate?
succulent and virulent
agonized yet not paying one bit of attention or focused thought
on those who exist on notions
not of what can be placed on the
plateaus of complacency and mocked as normalcy
I've tried and tried yet discovered one
who may surpass all living and dead
and still in putrid grayness
and twisting in the shimmering stabbing injection
