It Is, I Guess. Poem by Leon Moon
It Is, I Guess.
Burly obstinacy reinvigorates the long-avoided descent;
All that returns is the reaction I call myself, an ever-lasting intent;
I wish I could lie to you without being honest.
I become not. Who holds the
Spacelessness of a centre? -
Less I'm not here,
As you. -
Less and less
But always here.
Saturday, August 11, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: ironic,life,love,death
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