GRAVE FELLOW

“O, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.”
HAMLET , Act 5 sc 1

I seem to
be missing
have missed
something

so chat to me
open up your heart
let it all out …
reader

WhatsApp me
in the here-and-now
or steal
to my grave
(all this mortality
tempered by vanity)
whisper it to
the ghost of
my soul as it
still
clowns around
(somehow forever bound
to that ludicrous capacity)

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