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Oct 2013
I weave the loom of memory anew
Which I, with haste, undo each night
A living past (if past it is)
Still nascent, quickly flies

So ask: when life's effluent breath
From cracking lips begins to leak
And when encased in body-sepulchure
My brain no longer seeks

And when my life has risen to
Its crest and falls back to the sea
How shall the fibres of my past -
Ephemeral and sanguine - cast
Headlong into death's bitter chasm
Spin anew this strange phantasm?
Bartholomew maximillian olash
Written by
Bartholomew maximillian olash  Louisville, ky
(Louisville, ky)   
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