Frederick Kesner - The Thoughts Meander

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revolutions of the second hand
are innumerable to the watchful eye,
which has not comforted this bruising

...shame

nor can heart's run far enough away
from pulsing, cancerous gangrene;
and off to the darkest mile it treads

...softly

in the cooling of a fading day,
a gentle crushing blow fixes completely
the drowning, despondent smiles

...of yesterday

as wafting wavelets wail forlornly,
while whispering affections now silent;
hearkening back to more innocent times

...found wanting


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Frederick Kesner

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