Friday, October 21, 2016

Happy Quotidian Murder Story

one small step
can snuff  a whole day
cast a dark pall
every which way
churn with nervous burn
while stomach butterflies
struggle to keep pace

whiff of death air
permeates everywhere
when sufficed to stay
at one’s own station

it’s the glory of breakage
the carnage of liberation
that makes the most
of life’s celebration

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