now that I've spent all my pain and anger
now that I've exhausted all grace
run out of all luck
and bug-eyed see my time just about up
what changes to make
what healing to try
if all I've done has sealed me in this tomb of self
and left me watching the way ahead
open like a highway before an amputee
what then with so little life left in this sojourn
mess made damage done pay fully paid
and lesson learned to no grief
what funeral fire of soul ahead
to lift that dependable old standby the phoenix....
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