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Mar 2019
no cure exists
Or solution ever able
to become that Saving Grace
when hope is unavailable

No attainable cure-all miracle
will fall like manna from above
To make solid and sublime
the rising tendrils from and made of

The sine qua non
Of all pipe dreams
to regard themselves a panacean
non nostrum renderings

No cure will endure
Nor antidote denote
Any solution as an absolution
when the God sent boon
is only a mirage -  an impediment
a harbinger of that which cannot be

  a chimera

  formed by all malignant fears
becoming the very anathema to self perseverance
The formulation of
abject hopelessness and despair
No Panacea exists to cure the pain of
Believing when we are gone....that......
....... no one will care!!
Keith W Fletcher
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Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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