Blindly spending the
bulk
Of my temporal
capital
Hourly deficits
started to climb
And piled into
notes
I will never
repay
Stored in vaults
that I'll never find
Words lay
uncashed
As I waste even
more
In my attempt to go
back and re-sign
All those debts
left untendered
Never forgiven
now due
That fate
has secured
—and defined
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2015)
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