when all is said
and done
nothing
is done right
and nothing
is said
right
near misses.
pointless unless
the only point
is that they’re
the same
as the last
and the first
and the
in betweens
and unless
it’s that you’re
almost a standing ape again
with looking ahead
eyes
eyes almost far off.
eyes almost a whetstone
on the horizon.
getting sharper you see
eyes almost with a shine
back in them
that cameras fail in capturing
and unless
it’s that you’re
almost upright
before your spine crumples
once again over again
perhaps a little more,
hardly a little less
almost there
almost there
then something will
creep up
curve a bow in your back
stain defeat in
your eyes
pull them defeated
to the ground
away from the sunrise
and the sunset
feet shuffling
downcast eyes watching
shuffling feet
heavy eyes
heavy with burdens,
downcast
scream at the clouds
and scream at the rain
and scream at winds
and scream at the chill
but they all return
tomorrow
it is winter
and it
does what winter does
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