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A TAX
Deterioration stalks the withering stone
the world of pyramid, Stonehenge and eye
gray cataracts fill voids in a milk-like layer
arthritic grasps for the indifferent
we stare in stun at the past
the accelerated scare
while fog stays adrift, carried along with its promise
dreaming in the remembrance
the absolute of color
our future grey and tarot touted
stuck just out of reach as the hour draws nearer
have You Your monument, flesh of stone preserved
the pyre burning
pre-built with extra care and joists
Your columns are flaking
while only yesterday painted
I have a vision
futuristic and telling
soon the eyes will close
never to open again
but for now...
I remember
one day
I'll be
forgot
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