Friday, April 25, 2014

In Requiem

There is no understanding of the end.
There is only the end, a mighty wall
Well watered by our tears.

Advance, paladin.
Ride on to newness;

Keep the beat.
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  1. AnonymousDecember 16, 2018 at 5:21 PM

    Surreal, sobering brevity.
    A potent, floating metaphor of quiet reminiscence.
    Catatonic.

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