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05/30/09 - (2)
Lost, Missing
Where I am, tonight, I just don't know, can't say. I'm not even on my obsolete radar's screen, Let alone on my up-to-the-moment GPS.
That my hermetically reflective intellect Assumes I'm lost, missing, Could be it making another of its overthought miscues.
Then again, maybe not; perhaps it's got it right. My most immediate speculation is this: The present has, as have my past and future, escaped me.
All that's left of my once-impressive essence Is this silence possessing me, In which I coexist with vapors that remember me
From the time when I was yet young enough To believe that life would buoy me Beyond man's allotted span, in the Old Testament.
Whatever delusions, deliriums that era promised, Tonight, I'm more lost, missing, than death's stepchildren. Tomorrow, where, who, when will I be?
05/30/09 - (2)
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