Still Being Continued
I keep faulting and defaulting
and I'm
Vaulting and revolting,
To the sound of music
I once used to play -
and I'm weeping
and not sleeping
Trying to chase away
that snarl,
the voice of treason -
I'm just doing and redoing,
and redoing,
I don't remember doing,
Things I redid
Yesterday-
So I keep saying and resaying,
Begging and beg-praying,
For an inch of space for me to spray on,
The words
I want to say -
I am aching and awakening,
Hope anaethatised
ANd my insomniatic raging,
Inconsequential aging,
In conscience I am fading -
but just don't reach for the gun.
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