enters the evening with a couple of old songs wind fills the vacuum as I wait for my place in the operation theatre I have learnt it the hard way I cannot control the passage of time nor can I have more of it sooner or later I'll be gone I share with the wretched world but only my own wretchedness the very silence that would put me to sleep now comes to me to chop me into pieces I am not yet ready to take the big knife through my gut how far is the end if there's any to all of this. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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