Born from the Black, He wormed through the World. He dove into Death, Vanishing back into the Black.
Epicurean Epitaph [Free Verse]
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mountain’s missing top
tells that it’s a volcano,
and once had a top

early morning
rays hit the canopy
and fan out
into gold bands of light:
spotlights with no targets
Seeking perfect moments: in times of bliss, in times of pain, in times of sanity, and when insane a divine meal, a fine strong gin, the kindest virtue, a dark age sin falling into never, coming out the other side, landing on one's skates in the smoothest glide falling but not crashing, running but not gasping, finding but not keeping, fingers interclasping, and wishing for nothing more.