the funeral procession
it was like a strange,deranged
funeral procession
marching
to the beat
of the drum
of the death
of the day
the cars
were not really
going anywhere,
just to here and there
and everywhere
no where is illusion
found to be stronger
than in the mind
(the illusion is that there
is different from here)
12/21/12
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2012-12-27 at 21:47
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