Death bench-presses a cosmos of darkness . . .
a friend's wife . . . a poet's partner . . .
The clock smirks . . .
It's not only life's etch-a-sketches
or the diagrammables
in the Kafkaesque cul-de-sac
but more . . .
which will play out . . . regardless . . .
Acknowledging re-acquaintances will buy time . . .
especially now with the truth-or-dare-isms
repotted in the guest room
where someone's once-and-future . . .
once waited . . .
There will be an ungodly number
of happenstances carried aloft
through the streets . . .
white chariots drawn by white horses . . .
The Trojan Horse will appear . . .
weighing history heavily . . .
And in the final moments of the final quarter
extras as ghosts will fly in
to make it all seem real . . .
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| Leila Forés |