It was on the lonesome walks of my yesterdays
.....That absolute reckoning blazed 'cross my eyes
..........So near to the RIVER of CIRCUMSTANCES
...............That i tiptoed & found refuge under clear blue skies.
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This is a very troubling poem, my dear Theo...... No refuge could be found upon this day ...............As 'TIME' was saying - it's final goodbyes. That is powerful writing, something that is inherent in your poems, but this poem absolutely ACHES. Pieces of you are strewn around that river bank and that is what I find frightening. You are usually the voice of the warrior at odds with the ills going on around you. Even if it is the end of times, I do not think you would lament. So what's up, my dear Theo? I feel I must have missed something which these days is entirely possible.