a life tumbles behind the glass
i watch, mesmerized.
the universe contemplated
in cycles, cycles, cycles.
thoughts left incomplete,
incoherent... a sullen carcass.
their cords cut,
sent into outer space...
out there, fending for themselves.
i feel the despair
like an old woman's wrung hands--
i knew my time would come sooner or later.
NB @ 2:37 PM
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