Sunday, January 6, 2013

Dec. 31
Where we all are only headed
all of them have gone;
longing for a glimpse we wonder
why the going on.
How to stay on darkened path
all that waits is reaper's wrath
we walk on and do the math
the answer never changing.
All the knowing we have got
living running cold and hot 
gold and silver matters not
the moth and worm remaining.
All of human memory
wintery and summary
past all time may ever be.
Shroud makes darkness all.

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