Tautology

by Michaelw1two Life’s pendulums once strongly swung released each soul to fate to its chagrin time’s Ides did send chills subdue as memory relates intense, the anguish of such returning swinging to and fro elates today one’s breath is just a hiss as living’s joy is scrawled to slate. Fist’s grip succumbs to weary grasp as upon time’s arm you cling subtlety being that ane beyond control realization’s miff it is so ousting fate’s brisance, one of release inertia binds a life against its sting sneer molds the face, a masked grimace such sight is eerily stirring. One’s drink, when so compared to life expression shown it be bitters urge in herb and unquenched thirst your dyspneic draw sum’s botha living’s muse, time’s circling ennend certain firsts to Ibn Yunus’ betas plurge ablution’s hand me downs senses stained shape life’s bouquet. Weariness, the strain on thoughts and limb alas the putrid epopt tests resolve of spirit’s clade presumption mists of spittle swapped salvation calls, ictus now begun the choice of swing proves uppity strength slays a will’s commute essence in awe is self co-opted. Swilling fleer reflects mind’s mirrors astride this surreal Faucault Ephialtes crept upon one’s back that cirth denies this pendules’ hault corruption’s ply unyieldingly wound its release listening ears auscult conundrum curst, the world’s awhirl self survivals key a soul’s envault. Pictured thus one lifelong mess hidden not from qusguous qued in vivo the repetitious asking lays phaeic answers so resolutely due living’s yawn is incessantly drawn from the swingy lump that’s you entelechy of all life dies pendulum stalls, and now... your time is nearly through. Michael Darrell Walker