Friday, November 30, 2012

paralyzed right where I would resume

no will no sense of purpose

propels me to some objective

the whole damn life is defective

and all the negation I would oppose

leaves all notions of movement plenty of room

to cajole and to prod and self-regardingly behoove

itself kick the corpse as if to make it move...

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