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road kill
the joys
and pain we take
from this kaleidoscope
are thin as gruel
thick as blood
there
is a nightmare
on this beautiful glen road
wooded through the heart of the
city
on this Friday night's drive home
two small orange figures on the road
ahead
a fox visiting the corpse of its mate
I squeeze my brakes
the survivor
scarpers to the roadside
brakes squeal behind me a moment being
near tears
I feel like a fraud
posing in my grief this
emptiness rends
so hush now can
you stop thinking while you breathe
qualify "kaleidoscope"
fragments
only
fragments
splintered
joy
thick blood pain
briefly
here and
gone
again
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