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Life
a river of blood that comes in unceasing
drop,
sprayed for If
by eddies on the edge;
and then slowly dries
beginning to end,
first red
black powder.
What is human
calendar
convention time
long sequence of digits of the recent past
remote. . . Remember, tomorrow's next
fear of 'unknown
or hope. . .
September
Fall, Winter
drop of blood clots and coagulates
and explodes into a thousand grains
, beyond the heavens, from the darkness into the light
or, conversely, in other
stages and forces. . .
. . . the human body
dispersed crumbling, soul
posting concludes his destiny where
. . .
there 'is no wind, nor place, nor time.
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