Fatalism
A left hand over a mouth
Man for white limb man
A question for possession
Of his pulsing heart.
The realist
Sees singularity and a
Cushioned rocking chair
On the suburban porch
Without man and man
Reciprocity senses
Fear and flies
As humans do today and
Tomorrow.
His silent tranquility resonates
In the midnight dreams
That burn heating this
Finality
That the years will compound
That the glass will thicken -
Recognition of man running far away.
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