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Inuenu
the weekend nears
the sky is unclear
but objectives firm in mind
with chickens clucking
and soft hands callousing
i'm remembering easier times
when birthdays mattered
when girls only wished flattery
and simple movie-dinner dates
i wonder on these years
only 6, and so come the tears
as i ponder on the plans of the Fates
loves, lusts and likes recycled
in a mind so heavily traveled
as friends and family console
i dwell on possible descendants
as i hold only the remnants
hoping they'll feed my soul
seeds fertilized by the ashes
breathe live anew into the caches
as i water the ground with my tears
shall beauty be born
or shall i prick on the thorn...
my expectations
through revelations
are fed fantasies by my fears
