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LEAVING.

LEAVING.

So here it goes once more
Another chance to plug the gap
One more cue to make the grade
Mind and body energize
Before the time was nigh.

Yet having eyes cannot see
Plain no lies, no plutocracy
Banging head to shake the brains
Ranging the guns against the air
Don’t mind that there’s no-one there.

It seems strange to field a hope
That when the credits come to read
Someone somewhere still believes
That credits gone where credits’ due
Is that a dream to make believe – after all?

Know not ever, not a care
Tired are the eyes to climb this stair
Shadow lies the noose for that.

Time is the angel stealing the breath
Enemy and friend all rolled into one
Never to know the pain it wrought
Always to count – down to its end.

Lost has the soul ever searching
True is the spirit knowing it all
Gone is the music once sung
Left by back door, exit stage right.

Seeing is not believing
Knowing is never to do
Action the precursor of life
Dying the deed that it brings
Unable to sway the immovable
Chastisement not good enough
Shatter the need that lay within.

On the bed of nails it ends
Whisper comes to steal the breath
Unfinished sonnet, unfinished foe
Left to the innocents, never to know – or go.

GRUM

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