we're living
on borrowed time
so many
broken moments
so many
token figments
those feral pigments
every foment dream
seems uncanny
every steamy fantasy
seems insanity
we're living
on borrowed time
so many
frightening nightmares
so many
earth shaking comedy of terrors
segments of incandescense
everything seems
bits and pieces
life's eternal essence
which came first
paternal thought
or maternal light
all this worldly thirst
everything that's not
this daily fight and plight
we're living
on borrowed time
even if
we're giving
even if
we're forgiving
life's a tragedy
everybody quivering
this infernal shivering
God's and yours and mine
there's a lonely song bird
chained to its forever perch
still a trill of notes
may be heard
from its warble throat
eternally trapped
in its blessed church
those suicide dreams it has
captured by this life long lurch
flying free and soaring high
searching for a perfect song
norm from egg to rapture
such a short and cruel life
brutal careless storms
over borrowed time
fire and that killing knife
theirs and yours
and often mine

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