Look firmly, fair, thoroughly
upon this organic matter, animal
nihilist, all knowing, alien, neither yours,
even never myself self-possessed,
if only to know the tale of a world
a-twirl, all the same rotting-
-today I’ll contemplate if so
I shall cut the thread measured yesterday,
spun just before,
die with youth and the vigor of
truth, bright burning blights and
abject failure still a-fight with might-
-aging knows no sense of awaiting a
welcome, tends to ignore every courtesy
nor gives not another face as to make possible
the existence of idiom-
Dontrell Lovet't-from Collection of poetry [Just a Body]
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