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No cure, no palliative

May 16, 2012

Ruffled feathers

Smoothing and ruffling

Stroking and agitating

A gale again ruffled the feathers

Stroking again smoothing again

No cure, no palliative

Stroking and ruffling repeatedly

 

And a feather tweaked out

Blood seeped out

Trickling in dribble

Dribbling in trickle

And a sweet pain intoxicated

Bringing the much-needed sleep

That deprived sleep

 

Midnight wake reminded the sore

Sore souring

Keeping awake all night

Eyes red, ears numb, touch dead

And heart, and heart, heart lifeless

No cure and no palliative

No cure and no palliative….

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