The Shadow Of A Shadow Of A Wound

Because I'm terrified of letting go
all my cerebration is uneasy
dialogue with suicide. Time
seems tight. When time becomes
too tight it's time to die - and glory
at the only letting-go. My inmost thoughts
are homeless: every door a gate to hell.

Time tells us nothing but 'I told you so'.

by Anthony Weir

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