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roustabout

spinning and turning around
in the strange orbit of a blindfolded man,
grasping at life or death irrespective
without control, meaning or hope.
 
I live my clouded existence
on the edges, the rim of a beam of light,
behind its eye closing glare
without care, dreams or happiness.

(2014)

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