myself
When I look at myself I see an
ungrowing sad resemblance of
the remains of one human male,
age forty-three and beyond
retrieval and above approach.
I walk inside some unique kind of
display....a dismal shadow in an
afternoon rain of nostalgic propaganda,
my fingers tied with an abundance of
words , and an emptiness of purpose.
Russell J. Sether
(7/4/94)
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