what he said
sitting on the sofa
warming himself on the heater
wearing a red kepi in the house?
what he said
simply and plainly in words
and tearful looks of fate,
he said…he hesitated
he said…jerked and fell back on the sofa
he said…stopped and coiled seemed strained
he said…sighed and turned seemed restless and undecided,
he said…stopped gathered his breath ,
“but you it is all a trick
I don’t know,its what you think
l these pictures-gross images of life…do you think?
no…but…its what you make it.”
he said, his eyes wide and growing into a dream,
“It fades…it fades…you cant touch it
sometimes you don’t know anymore what’s wrong or right
…with life…its vain…we are all sinners!”
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