Things Fall Apart

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

-- W.B. Yeats, 'The Second Coming'

Chinua Achebe.
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I don't know...

just look out the window and into the pool of the sky. Eyes wide shut... hands holding gently, the warmth in my hands and I just wonder...
what if...

The days go by in pieces... more fractured than the last
- with more pieces and less clues... just whispers of dues.
"ree-spons-ah-bill-uh-tee"
Too heavy with too many syllables.
I just cringe at chance and probability - I hate those two with lack lustre passion. Remember the 5th. November.
Or come sooner the truth... and relieving despair:
"of woman," she cries.

"life..." I mutter back.
long LIVE|EVIL
And his eyes are burning my back.
The story of Hades and Persephone ensues - one pomegranate halved.