Fucking cancer
slowly taking
another one!
Henceforth
I shall greedily
grab life
at its thread
I shall remain
the needle
until
I run out of
gossamer
and then some.
No longer
will I deal
with difficult
people or pests
Smiles and
spreading
a filament
in form of
my poetry
I cannot
give birth
any longer
only
my thoughts
will have
happy wings.
Note it is
out of
style to be
content to laugh
I shall run
a fool's errand
but so be it.
The clown's
fate and face
is holy
because there
is a solemn truth
yours or mine.
Vita breve est.
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