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May 2012
Time runs through her promises
and discounts them
one by one
for such are these cart wheels
made to unravel the stony path
and yonder the Ash
jowl to cheek
their  longevity snaps
soiled by the wood-colliers

we tread  pebbles
that fornicate with the dead
laying  haphazardly
to unburden their endeavour,
de-fragmented
a Memory of un-feasibility
proclaims  the broken Path  
and purchased here for eternity
antony glaser
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