The Rag Time.

Pop each vertebrae like popcorn and let me lye motionless on the concrete

Seething and writhing I am no one no more

Throw back to the old times

The golden age

The mellow dramatic unfolding of time

When we were once known to falter but survive

I am one more candle flickering flame

I am one more dew drop under the eaves

I am one more bird to take flight

Remember me under the veil of sunshine

As it burdens the snow

Each snowflake unique like each human being

Briefly frozen in time before melting

Before dying

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