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12 May 2010

ever and always the words come
when silence breaks, and alone
the world spins madly on a mad axis–
touchstones and moorings convieniently forgotten
when the going gets tough once again;
and with Agravaine’s wolfishness, i sin,
finding such solace in sublunary passions
(what marvelous distractions!)
that in the end leave one only numb,
deaf and dumb and blind.

i thought that these things were walled off,
left long since behind, only to find
that where vigilance is relaxed, even a moment,
life again becomes a dreadful, meaningless

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