FUTILE RHYMES

Who knows
The ebbs
And flows
Time’s edge
Passing
Ruthless
Nasty
Cruelty

Dissatisfaction of ages
Leaves spiral down
Winter sages
Sitting in the dark
Welled up eyes
Tears for all

Inner light faint
Happening of brain
Or mind
Tied in kind
No matter
All is fine
Just the senses passing by

We grin a grin
Gallow’s humor
Dark chagrin
Life cannot tear apart the yoke
For those in on the joke

Ebbs
And flows
No edge
Floating
Fruitful
And lastly
Futility

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