Going Down Poem by William Deutscher

Going Down

At your unease,
anyway.
The trap today,
the deep sea freeze,
the long farewell,
the nightmare knell.
Onward ho
goes
the old
dread,
cold
in our stead,
With reason's
rhyme
and season's
grind,
Warped space time,
ongoing fall
around the sun.
Last call.
Spinning life,
running strife.
Limited run.

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