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Die
by Philip F De PintoYou must you must
Before you turn to rust
The assumed gold of you
Must die die die
With the second the moment the year
As with the tear streaking down your cheek
Its sap dried out
You however
Fortunate you
Will not die with it
You in fact will rise
From its ash
Arrived that ultimate ship
Cash in the chip
Live live live
However you can
Until you cannot
And when you cannot
Permit a new second a new moment a new year
A new world
To rise from an ash
Entirely unknown
Uniquely your own
And when you have made
Your proper or improper exit
Don’t stand around
Don’t permit the ghost of you
To loiter waiting for
What’s due you
You will rue the day
If you do
So don’t
Don’t stick around
For another round
For more more more of the same
What for?
Remove the anchor
From the fixed game
Drift as high as you can
As much as a poem will let you
Up up up
Until you run out of up
And must sift down to the dregs
Which will be fine by you
To come home
To point A
Where it all began
And will continue to begin
Always and forever
And the additional ever
For effect
01/02/2025 Posted on 01/02/2025
Copyright © 2025 Philip F De Pinto
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