AlwaysA Poem by Breezie Kaea RondeauCan you show me the thing that always will be? Please give me the question that will come to me. Spare me the scripture but show me some prophet; I only saw lies, I only saw nonsense. Show me the infant and show me the deadly. The crossroad is coming and soon, as you see, as thinking gave thoughts that the world will not seek. The secret is kept, all locked up in my neck: The thing that always will be. Swallowing sickness, for it came from the sea; my trinkets and daydreams, they prove much too deep. Yet moving on up from the ready to set, or sticking around just to clean up the mess: The thing that always will be © 2010 Breezie KaeReviews
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