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Oct 2014
Take this pill,
The man said without a mouth.
He stared at me,
Yet eyeless was he.
The northern point,
Shadows south,
Across the drowned; dry sea.

Plant the seed here,
Prance your steed here,
The branches are very near.

Time without memory,
Memory without time,*
Blood drips from every line.

The line a poet creates,
Upon many things relate.

A line of words,
Or a hanging man's last,
Does he see life in a flash?

Is greed, lust what guided him?
Or did love shine out from within?

With actions,
Yet he atone?
Undying fractions,
Does he die alone?


Carpe Diem
The fourth chapter erupts...
Douglas Scheurn
Written by
Douglas Scheurn  Ogden,Utah
(Ogden,Utah)   
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