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 Apocalypse I

I.   Following merriment and joy,

      life, and fulfillment, I come seeking--

         casting my mantle of darkness,

            I end them--

      A palpable aura of depression 

      surrounds me, proclaiming my identity;

         incarnation of Death am I.



II.   My being cries out in soul-wrenching agony

   --I reach for peace, only to have it slip

      cunningly away, taunting me with haunting

      memories of ephemeral moments when it was

         warm within my grasp to cherish and enjoy...


                                             December 18, 1972

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