Wednesday, February 19, 2014

BECKETT'S PASSING

Still life rains flowers
in death fragments
no indifference
on your chance
acts to ignorance
in acts of your art,
perceptive to the grave
at seminal arrangements
an absence of words
fills in tearful laughter
in terminal estrangements
at perspective, save
 what plays
after a metaphorical glance.

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