Around the Bend
by Nick Delonas
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black but not no such
before the night slush
nothing no thing he was
potential to be
out of the void flung
my life
was just around the bend
sight sound smell taste touch
being as warm clutch
words floating past me
potential to be
out of the black
my thought
was just around the bend
around the sound i guess i'll never see
what the hell does it mean to be?
him her i so much
foundations built such
together as we
potential to be
out of nurture
my love
was just around the bend
growth man boy home crutch
thinking a new touch
under the oak tree
potential to be
out of the boy
a man
was just around the bend
around the sound i guess i'll never see
what the hell does it mean to be?
(why are there things
instead of emptiness
at times
such dread
oh death!
you nothingness!)
around the sound i guess i'll never see
what the hell does it mean to be?
things they home how much?
breaking the old crutch
caressing money
potential to be
out of the work
success
was just around the bend
age old done work such
secure in they slush
glance at the oak tree
potential not be
out of the life
my death
is just around the bend
around the sound i guess i'll never see
what the hell does it mean to be?