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Dirge (Free verse) by Nicholas Jones

I have desired to go Where ships not sail, Where all shall be well And words not fail I have desired to be Twelve miles out to sea So the incessant lies Will be of my own demise I have thought that I could Evade what I know So I will not be me, But that cannot be, so – I have desired to view My mind on a platter While analysts proclaim What might be the matter I know nothing about it, We all atrophy still While my brain is decaying Both in freedom and will One day this destruction Will work its way loose – For now I spend long days Under trees Reading Proust Yet I have desired to know An illusory place Born out of my lies Where ships do sail And words cannot fail Where all shall be well And nothing new can be found Inside of my mind.

Mona Lisa 13-Jun-03/6:21 AM
Nice enough but the punch you packed was short of winding me 7




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