Paroxysms Poem by bowdre bowdre

Paroxysms

Rating: 4.5


Blue-eyed soul, Wayfarer of the cosmos...
What is the scheme of things?
The soul can delve into the darkness, but will not return unvarnished.
I fear the reaper almost as much as I fear life;
Spiral staircase, Chaotic tango of steep steps and narrow ledges.
Social graces, awkward spaces of dos and don'ts.

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