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Wait: I'm not dead yetPer chance, A Gentle breeze slips through the cracks, Spinning the dead leaves within. A rogue tornado takes shape and is gone. I'm ready. To abandon my self. This place is unkept and in need of repair. A mix of cobalt and charcoal. I will suffer it no more.Nothing wishes to grow here now.Oh I long for the sun. A sudden gust of the soul To once again find companionship among the trees. How softly they whispered to me, How I used to hear their every word.I'm not dead yetAs I write this, Divinity's spark electrifies my being, Running rampant through this crude implement. Haphazardly smeared upon this page. Conservation of energy at its best.There is still some to give, I still have something to giveI'm not dead yet.
© 2002 Kevin Clous