Grieving Fossil

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    Grieving Fossil

    As I ponder amongst the graves

    Despondent those before project their pain

    Catastrophic as the world pauses

    Left untrusted constructed and sporadic

    Yet I am unphased

    Can this cryptic passage obtain

    Undaunted I hold true within my light

    The perfection in dying to understand life

    Oh the ways some shall be

    Convinced of the popular paths concede

    Questioning everything presented before you

    Doubting all the answers you are given unto

    To whence it came left unsettled

    Past to future becomes from the construe then beveled

    Become that day in stillness you stand

    Into paragon not just a flesh ridden wo/man

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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