east is east and west is west
and the secret best well kept
to ruin your life in one small step
on slipping over one misstep.
death; the thing you truly dread,
now swooshes like sweet siren
and smiles back from terrace garden
of restaurant, courted woman;
see the man, ply from within
promise seen, for all is him
all hope; yet bat's wings whisper cold
of buried memories untold
cosmic clash like crying rain
tears open flood of all the pain
and give the beggar that small change
from nothing more than which remains
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