Tag: poetry
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Anticipating the End of Never (a poem)
When time runs out of incandescent leversand space-time is rolled up with gravity chordsaxons and dendrites won’t resemble mashed gourdssleeping or dreaming to never will wakefrom the cold swill of motors and rhyme-stuffed earthquakes Nothing passed forever when eternity’s nowthe future could resemble broken barges and scowstied to dark wharves with things of the pastneither…