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 Aug 2018 Lyn-Purcell
Pagan Paul
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The table lamp

The single book of verse.

The ornament standing alone.

The photo in an unforgiving frame.

Or just
the dust


gathering comfort
in a bitter room.





© Pagan Paul (2016/17/18)
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Old Poem
Shaped to look like a table lamp.
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 Aug 2018 Lyn-Purcell
Isaac
Time is quiet, but deadly,
Pushing us all.
Neither angry or friendly,
A universal wall.
Converting future to past.
The present a thin line.
No moment can last.
Everything will decline
Into history's arms.
It takes it all.
It gives no alarms,
nor listens to our call.
It has death on its right,
And regrets on its left.
Act now with foresight,
Prepare for its theft.
Written 28 August 2018
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