Conjecture

Things I have

never had

is trite

conjecture

wrapped up in a box

of contrary lecture

I am still me

a world within

to keep

as yours

you

never hold onto

until you let go

full measure

go on

no one enters

It is I

your friend

who

never stayed

as mentor

a

friend

so hard

to understand

embracing

destinies

of all true men

endless

meaningless words explain

never

can

expound

upon

whilst one

refrains

from

speaking

unequivocally

sane

fade away

emotions do

faces in the mirror.

man

with cane

walking.

dogs barking at

nothing.

moon

glowing

invisibly

pulling

ebbing and

flowing

tides.

I leave

this house

today

in hurried

climbing

a rickety fence

splintering

my fingers

poking my long

nose

into my neighbor’s

thorny

straitjacket

for

I have seen

actual events

that

have

not

yet

happened

through

thine

own eyes

 

 

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