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From All, To All
From a doubt,
Spirals up a snare of weakness,
From a fear,
Lashes out a vision of bleakness,
From a fall,
Grimaces down a sickly illness,
From myself,
Am I crippled by enslaved meekness.
From a dream,
Arise the winds of illumination,
From a hope,
Are cast off the bonds of imitation,
From a purpose,
Unspoken words whisper of this haven,
From your smile,
Is born the renewal of recurrent occasion.
Yet from all is taken far greater than I,
The Other is nothing to the outshining eye,
To bow to a figment of an intimate lie,
Crumbling to dust for the sake of a sigh,
To cry, but to cry, alone, a forsaken cry,
As we stumble far past all seen under sky,
Drifting on memories and shades that belie,
The shattered experience of this roll of the die,
All is lost in the game,
So in misery and shame,
We die, we die, together we die.
From all, to all,
Together we die
poem
by
Jeremy Cahoon
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