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BENEATH THE TALUS SLIDE

Take me from this madness
And lay me deftly in the sun
Let solstices’ alacrity
Undue all that has been done
Once swarmed by sterile logic
Only to escape the talus slide
I now weigh in with profusion
and will no longer be denied

Not from memory, no not seemingly
Not from the inclusive strands of reason

And I know maladies inflict
What in life can we negotiate?
From beguiling retrospectives
Are there no bargains we can make
It’s down to put up or shut up
Or be left struggling in the wake
Allied with stark illusions
There’s no lessons left to take

Not from hearsay, no not seemingly
Not from the pawns of galactic fools

Float this naked imagery
Paint this dying scene
Thrust your head under the surface
And blow a final scream