Ouroboros (Sundials IV)A Poem by flaneurI wasn't going to write the poem for age 40. Yet here it is. It is interesting that my phone suggested reincarnation as an auto-complete for reinvention.
this foolish art
in brutish life here i am writing in the sands again what matters to none is embraced by one embraced by one until there is none like the setting sun defiance compliance complacent complaint the fate of the faint of heart beat from the start feint toward the stars then tear me apart this rumble within again and again is where i begin this we'll defend the catharsis of tearing apart where do i stop where do i start to rearrange is my reign this junk drawer of parts i am alone yet i am legion legend and lemon this cycle of seasons © 2017 flaneurAuthor's Note
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Added on August 2, 2017 Last Updated on August 2, 2017 Tags: midlife, crisis, drifting, reinvention, reincarnation, midlife crisis, ouroboros AuthorflaneurMidwest, INAboutWings bursting aflame! I hurtle toward earth, denied by the Sun. more..Writing
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