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The Reluctant Paranaught
th'ose tears is going, drip and dribble and still more deluge
to follow, to fall everytime one thinks I've been, there's been enough
is never enough in this. This this this is that pointless, radiant, horror
of having to Survive Survive Survive this bloody stupid incursion for Life.
We sit a'live, unassaulted by imagination's ghosts, yet still threatened
enough when feeling the presence of this broken, busted elder who alla
time says "Hey, I was there ! I was there", except for the stone cold fact
that everyone knows he "Been NoWhere", and will Never here be again.
"...will never here be again".....aha! one of those delinquent passengers who
thinks he know where he is! Knows where he Stands! Knows where his feet will fall tomorrow, and is most certain of Yesterday.
This living bone has only the present to thank.
"You're welcome, Mr.Bone"
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