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YESTERDAY’S GONE
as a Phoenix
from its own demise
(from ashes)
emerges the living soul
man unworthy
(to life mold crevices)
lost in a mirage
of never ending mirrors
(to ashes)
reborn in an image
(yesterdays)
pathway
exists
as a rut
under
roots of grass
(gone
meanwhile)
on a dead man’s tombstone
(you are dead
I am unliving
which is worse)
I wrote
(I don’t know)
