The Life That Is…

[“life that is gay, brisk, and debonair” – Some Reynolds chap]

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Floating in the flow of time

Ripples, and unformed rhymes

In pursuit of the unsung hymns

Fuming in the sacred fire..

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Soaked in the pool of nihilism

Delirious thirsts, asceticism

Among caterwauling sciolists

Sporadic gushes of ire..

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Shades of unwritten grays

Blinking ways, diverging  rays

And smithers of a memoir

The Life that is..gay, brisk, and debonair.

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~Leo