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Eighteenth Day Elegy 'Plodder through midnight rain, Question me again.' - Seamus Heaney, Casualty Life is a sequence of blinks, it flashes in and out continually. Until it doesn't anymore. Moments, connected like dots in yesterday's sky have gathered into clotted clouds. Gaunt winter of sunless nights, of rain; of fallen cutlery, fuchsia plates; and wind weeping inside this vacuum of death. Points in time nailed to agony's cross where he is remembered to have been smiling goodbye, to have left negatives, like fingerprints, inside closed eyes, to have betrayed frailty's tell-tale voice, where he is placed high and worshipped while we try to make sense of this, dissect question-marks like insects. Treachery of a day, where reason is found in the grass on its head- for we are the dead: the living, left behind, crawling in and out of holes in life like worms in sand of no second-chances; shadows kneeling in prayer, attracting dust like brittle stamp collections. Words mean nothing now like froth upon days of knotted recollection. His memory, the water in which we dissolve like tablets, in which we pretend grief is not what suppurates from wrinkled conscience. "Time. Give yourselves time," people say, leaving ignorance stained upon silent infuriation. Time is all we have and they know nothing of it. It eats away at sanity like acid burns cavities into skin; erases laughter like candles melt in blobs of their own wax; tosses remains of who we were, ripe tomatoes, at granite walls of logic; reasons that a revolution around logic's sun is enough to mend; says a year has gone; and we believe it. Days, a mingling of animated thunder through confusion's twisted hourglass where truth is a crumpled shirt out to dry on bedlam's wash-line. Tobacco and caffeine, the means to settle turmoil's scarlet flower. Coelacanth head swims, knowing time is moot. Stoned on misery, suicide like cocaine- where liquorice moon sags in tomorrow's window and woollen eyes weep in tongues: cry, cry to some magnificent god whom they cannot see nor touch.
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