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Was it another universe?
So many years ago.
My life with you was interspersed,
By affairs you did not know.
I kept my guilty secrets,
Pressed to a heaving chest;
But now that I have been found out,
The truth must be confessed!
Was it another lifetime;
On a set built yesterday?
You wrote it out in pantomime,
A role I could not play.
Was it the season of bad dreams,
Acted out in floods of rage?
When treason was a national theme,
And blood would stain the page.
Was it a nerveless universe,
Uncurved by mystery?
The End Game
Underneath the rhythm, in a minor key,
A natural algorithm of embedded destiny.
It orchestrates the head and gut,
It feels so right and free;
As the music wheels in the exalted flight,
Of sheer discovery.
Beneath the surface of conscious thought,
A passive need conspires: