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Insanity ?

here I am, arrived at this station

for having come this way before

and for feeling no benefit, nor lack of it,

I lean to trod them once again,

them footfalls laid before, and

anew deliberate more certain

each the ones most freshly Taken.


whence they come
mine tender thoughts?
adrift a fragrant breeze
of heaven’s hand,
or, perchance a summer moon?
what pokes and prods
relentless stirs
arouse me turn a loon?
me thinks tis them
come sure of mindless pen
danced of parchment Swoon
~ ~ ~


this morn the dawn lingers stale,
festered of travails born of eve last
enveloped in yesterday’s promises
still-born of a serrated Night
~ ~ ~


there, that is me
writ in the margins,
inked of every line,
scribed of every page,
turned of every leaf,
stained in every Tome.

           ~ ~ ~

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