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Towards the End

Struggling to resurrect profound limits
muse the vision, knowing time fell
hard on shell
fired precision
blasting glow
foundations scattered
never formed, never happened, never sure
no measure, no matter, no philosophy
hyperbolic flattery
to limited function
within crumpled artillery
will never sea,
no import
no importance
no semblance
mutiny!
We throw humanity in
no height
no weight
no fall
no grace!
Question?
Encompass stacked
shifted only slightly
pulled gently apart
shifting smile or a part
oblivion!
we echoed
from the start.

© 2017 Robert McKinlay

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