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Whole Track Questions

How many walls have I scaled, or defended,
   in wars long forgotten, but never quite ended,
that still hang around, as thin shadows of ghosts,
   awaiting the smell of a lit match to boast
“I’m still present. There isn’t a thing you can do
   ‘till own that you caused the bad dream to breathe true?”

How many fortunes have gone up in smoke,
   with the death of a body, like some cosmic joke,
to merge, as a can’t have, with my misty sky
   as if frail human flesh were the essence of I?
And how many lovers, of centuries past,
   remain to befuddle a new love? I ask.
I could maunder about it, perhaps learn a lesson.
   But I think I’d rather just blow it in session!

by Thom Severtson
Copyright 2009
Articles, information by @Poet_Carl_Watts  #KnowledgeIsPower! #AwesomeTeam
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