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   nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) posted:   
   > Will-Dockery wrote:   
   >   
   > >>> Shattered   
   > >>>   
   > >>> The seconds have piled up   
   > >>> at the floor   
   > >>> lost here in some other guy's past   
   > >>> lying there   
   > >>> with your seconds piled   
   > >>> there went by a life   
   > >>> untold   
   > >>> unasked   
   > >>> going by   
   > >>> never caused and never traced   
   > >>> the future never ever appears here.   
   > >>>   
   > >>> If some morning I wake   
   > >>> here for you   
   > >>> trying to find some reason to return   
   > >>> if I see things denied   
   > >>> I once defined   
   > >>> a life just passed me by there   
   > >>> slipped through my fingers   
   > >>> everything here now is real   
   > >>> so wait.   
   > >>> That portion of the finish   
   > >>> never comes.   
   > >>>   
   > >>> Now that the lights are going so low   
   > >>> the dimming glow   
   > >>> falls on my ego   
   > >>> now that I'm falling   
   > >>> into my morning   
   > >>> here I am gazing into those   
   > >>> reflector eyes   
   > >>> morning light   
   > >>> is blasting my head clean too.   
   > >>> Morning's clearer   
   > >>> I've been forgetting it.   
   > >>>   
   > >>> Your thoughts seem to stream   
   > >>> like a highway   
   > >>> dimming lights seem to streak   
   > >>> like hitch-hikers.   
   > >>> When does this dream end?   
   > >>> When do I get on up the road?   
   > >>> The light sped out   
   > >>> like a fire-fly   
   > >>> like gravestones   
   > >>> never noticed   
   > >>> never seen.   
   > >>> Like marbles   
   > >>> spilling from shattered minds.   
   > >>>   
   > >>> -Will Dockery / August 20 1976   
   > >>>   
   > >>> ***   
   > >>> (Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School   
   > >>> newspaper, Columbus Georgia)   
   > >>>   
   > >>> From:   
   > >>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1   
   >   
   > >> I'll present "Neon Bones" similar to the way I presented this 1977 poem,   
   edited, retyped for 2026 readers.   
   >   
   > We'll edit it   
      
   No thanks, troll.   
      
   😏   
      
   --   
   Poetry and songs of Will Dockery:   
   https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery   
      
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