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Considerations of Cont. Lit. II

If soaring absurdity precurses the abyss,
nothingness stalks;

But how is so much of such full and startling consequence
so suddenly loosed of all substance and significance,

And how primes the soul the quintessential self
for so solemn a soliloquy?

-Elizabeth I. Creagh

Can't Be Real Dead plants still green
Like hanging onto something
shakedown timer ringing hate That is no more.
r.Unr' nng shouting from the gate Sunshadows
It stands open not too late Hoard the light
And blackness thrives.
who are you to question fate I too am guilty.
The metamorphosis in me,
ripoff rated go to school Twists a once sheltered soul
And I reach for a leaj.
ask and question play the fool
-Carol Hunter
bl~w your head but keep your cool
clunb inside and fight the duel

w'Inner loser burned to ash

from the momentary flash
fl' .

Ip the whip and take the lash
rip apart the ragged gash
heedi ng bleedin. g what's exposed
long and wi.ndin. g twisted roads
her'em YOur next years composed
naught but dead ends will be closed
tooth an d nai.l deception too
nowhere will you find a clue
don't Scream that you've paid your dues
nothing's old like something new.

_O.N.Merry