ENOUGH SAID
Thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season.---From “Gerontion” by T.S. Eliot
Come out of the garden,
we will need to redeem
this wasted lifetime of
frozen acts and dreams.
How can we relive what
never lived beyond that?
Where is it now, or when?
Why should we even care?
There was a time when
it was good to sing songs,
and sounds made sense.
The songs are cackles now.
Why should I even rise
from a sleep I never had?
---Albert B. Casuga
07-24-12
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