Sunday, May 24, 2015

Randall Rogers- A Poem

Nothing Is Unknowable

During the decline of
all life dreamed by me,
and the evaporation of,
well, all.  And the cyclical
rebirth that makes one
want to think:
"look at us all drowning."
It's barely possible I may
survive, but if not,
please kill me.

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