The Puzzle
Naked
Stand of trees
Black as cracks
In the universe
Angry
Though we be
Slack as wax
In a gypsy's curse
Clueless
Till Big Sleep
Prone in the back
Of a moving hearse
We fiend & fret
Claw bloody breasts
And never know
This life's a test
A puzzle
Missing pieces
In a game God plays
To reach us - teach us
Till our time
Turns dim...
-DeRicki
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