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how ironic
how ironic
that one so empty
ahould be unable to receive.
perhaps the vessel needs repairing
perhaps the mirror needs a new coat of paint,
perhaps the numbers can no longer deceive.
how ironic
that one just pardoned
should stand begging for reprieve.
perhaps the bounty wasn't worth the war
perhaps mirage can't be reflected,
perhaps the pain is such no mortal can relieve.
star
Rapid Transit
B(ven through the elaborate plans
qUite a r1tual, you know)
creeps m01sture and drought
serving as a rendnilEitoTf our cold. yet
harmonious
jaunt
against the grain of an endless stretch of
. rotting ties
Far then, as now,
a reflection appears-be 1t in silvsehrrouodr.
One's only partner for eternity.
Woody Wiener
