There's death-in-life galore for the carvers
and the pickers of sinews in ditches;
and we assume these roles, to fill the play
when to look loss in the eye'd be crippling.We say we can't live in more than one world!
Get a multiport for better crying.
You have to live in many that won't join;
the lost, the blasted-stubborn, the amazing.Come back, you dead, you fools, you quicksanders
I have a portal waiting for you here
It is a room of windows. I look outand I see you and myself all wandering;
and all I can say to you may be this:
the blessing is we're multifarious.
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Keep The Home Fires Burning
PoetryA poetry Collection. Now Lunk has taken to his bed, swearing not to write one more word about C, and muttering 'bloody garden', it behoves (Love that word, don't you?) me (and Anima) to fill out his shoes, with soil and flower seed. So we will be 'e...