iterate
again and again
then top the headless clown
with your own weak sense.
prevaricate, dissemble.
do what you can
to broach a tender subject,
sew the line with thimble
and thread i tremble
in the sun because the itch for death
is like a turn in a wire.
unknot it if you can.
stalk like crouching tiger
and try to love much
sooner than you can.
May 27, 2012 by m4u
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