Star My Chart – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

designed to fail,
the system falls,
an ending stale,
mystical and all,
no vaunted endings,
not dire rights,
peaceful forgiveness,
sickness in waves,
we try to survive,
yet cannot see,
the possibilities insolvent,
sinister reflections given life,
my winter self comes out to play,
sheltered in the harrow,
of a world that never ends…

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