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me was a grace went withered
beyond what retained in a similar appearance
in vanity seething that sought to be fittest
among the varying people's competing to finish.
Where the dust never settles upon any for cause
for if it were ever to settle it would do just because
there is no ground sacred except where to pause
in remembrance, that bounty and gravitational laws.
It is a laugh more so ever to pick at the grass
and twirl it around with no thought of its past
and its bearing upon everything that will last
while everything else is moving so fast.
I watched her grow and move and change
from form to form she rearranged
the ages, the features, in creations she made ...
still claiming some lack in her lusts, in her gaze.
An old shadowy memory she begged for its fade
in hopes to forget where she once was engraved
by a prince who had many and even more that he claimed
in those speeches, so dire, though unique, since estranged.
The landscape is hollow, though pretty to ponder
I used to shrink there, when I thought and I wonder
about all those things used to bother ...
Each slanderous slight pushing me further.
And further away I do now roam ...
Away from those jesters I used to call home
and tally the day at the end in my mind
that bears upon forward, forewarned ...
and in kind.