A Burn-out Poot's Attempt to Write (Again)

 
Still standing / standing still,
the lethal blight of cancer as in
your old corpus humana  it will     (take place)
 
How many terrors can one fool lade?
How many more steps will begin the fade. ?
 
Every day, every Day how many must lay down?
So much self-importance silenced forever.
 
Cmon...the time of carnival lights, candy & cake
                      is gone.
Time for tough exactings, & dribbling remorses, &
it all comes back to fhe bliss of no-thing. And could
                      that be the most potent        fear  ?
 
Death seems the only 'real truth' we'll ever notice.
The shame being we'll miss all the real    fun.
 
 
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danjelkozak///////////////////////lllllllllll2019