A life lost.
Alive lost.
A love lost.
I love lost.
I live lost.
I lived lost.
I lived last.
I live last.
I love last.
A love last.
Alive last.
A life last.
A life lasts.
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 12:08 PM UTC
*"Oh my, I don't feel
that I can go on much longer.
These old man's heels
have in the past been stronger. "*
And then,
down a black Hole
to seek the last truth;
defeating blunders of mind,
but too long in the tooth.
And then,
back out, returning to the open.
Auburn leaves beneath lie still.
Wind stirs, orange spirals woven.
"It's a universal fractal spill."
And then,
*"Recursive, it's recursive;
my whole existence has thrived.
One end is subversive,
the other end is contrived."*
And then,
the black Hole opens wide,
******* grabbing, attracting--
uncontrived, unaware of requite.
One old soul the Hole is extracting.
And then,
...
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 11:59 AM UTC