Non-Erotic Poetrysomeday late or soonSomeday late or soon
an ascendant pre-noon sun
will illumine a parched though grassy tomb-yard
scattered with roses withered,
withering or plastic,
and moss-matted, acorn raining oaks,
and all my loves, musings, and hates,
passions and conditions,
feverish nights and song-lit days
will in silence rest...
no more concerned
with what is worst or best:
all joys given to memory,
all pinings consigned to pine,
all worries sunk into
six feet of still serenity
someday late or soon
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