the day was a fine one indeed

a prudent simplicity

almost completely silent

tunneling out the inside

turning a cold shoulder

no one would hear

the stereotype common man

a gray flannel suit

fine fabric, but frayed

a career of conjugal felicity

engulfed in flames

a languishing existence

an accident while shaving

the emptiness of the shadows

a frail figure in the darkness

the blood of the flock

peering into rock pools

apples from the swamp

peonies bloom out of season

smoke in the air

shaped like a cross

weary to the bone

upon the cold floor

funny things, memories

forbidden watches and compasses

but death's my destination

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