Near Thirty

I hesitate at turnstile doors; the exits and entrances All a-whirl on this carousel ride. My agoraphobic footsteps, warped in stasis, Hear the echo of ...

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Arachne-like I spun; Of thin gossamer threads Dream-like Web-like Desire-like. But it was The jilted bit of me Which hung next dawn Trapped Love-like And ...

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  You are rational And do not believe In Sisyphus’s tale, Only a myth, A metaphor A metaphysical thing You say. I am a believer ...

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