now do I believe nothing is possible

now do I believe every last card has been played


broke and useless

the indistinct summer light


coats a street like dust on an abandoned car

and all I can think in this afternoon heat


is what I am still doing in this skin alive

when I can do no more


those of the ordinary common wisdom

will say I'm not finished yet


or I still have a purpose to fulfill...

well what is it? more failure? sustaining this last crash of loss?


and how much more defeat must I endure

before I am shown the mercy of release?




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