off my south node
know I think my destiny a fraud
and all the past a haunted snare
where ghosts of hares and marmots
watch the newly to die dash to their doom
and welcome them
last critical moon
do your worst
maybe a life's reward will finally come
or better yet nothing bad will happen at all--
I'll find out in the waning light
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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