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11/06/09
In Extremis
Kevin Douglas Whatever Found nothing much, really — really nothing at all — in his life, Touching, moving enough to spark an iota of passion, Not to mention the tiniest quark of a bifurcated molecule of excitement, Let alone a rise.
Why it was, Why the very notion of his fully grown, yet growing, indifference Eventually did make any difference to him, in the slightest, Might, precisely, have had the slightest something to do With apathy's cripplingly insidious rampaging of his Weltanschauung.
One exasperatingly ho-hum dog day, deep in the doldrums of December, Kevin Douglas Whatever, In a dramatically climactic, rapturous rage of aggressive desperation, Got up the courage, in extremis, to get up, get out of bed, Exulting in the only vanquishment of dispassion he'd ever know.
11/06/09
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