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Again it descends
That sepia pall
Which bears my name
And steals the grit so hard won
Prepare yourself
Batten down - disappear
greet the dullard who will
sear the home front
Who will fear a strange smile
Embrace the acrid smoke
The orchestra's penultimate
crescendo in grays and
blacks and whites
The whites of it's eyes
For it has you now
but not forever
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“I am a 54 year old visual artist. I
am not a poet but I am interested in expressing myself in different
ways.” Please send any
feedback to Gary Riggin at
tiznit@verizon.net |
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