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Nov 2015
Some-times in the cast
shade of beauty, life,
our greatest glories feel
the most hollow of
them all, having
dispersed continuously through
our pre-aspirations
& post-adulations. The
only true full-
complement of joy
passes through us, as
a breeze of no measure; we
are doomed never to linger
on contentedness for
more than a
moment's
breadth.
Just balancin' on a knife-edge,
if yr lucky 'nuff.
Tom McCone
Written by
Tom McCone  Wellington
(Wellington)   
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