Case's Coda - Part 4/4 Sometime it is sublime. I have loved a woman And we have dreamed together. I've seen babies born And held them in my arms. I've buried friends And family. In this life we are suspended like Oz's fragments, Hanging in the air for a moment in the eye of a storm. We exists as beings pulled by tides Of agony and ecstasy; anxiety and hope. Often we can't tell in our running, If we are chasing or being chased. So you can call it DQ or You can call it irrational, You can call it the cutting edge or A dim apprehension. But whatever tales you hear when calling it by name If some of them aren't nightmares you're kidding yourself. The name you link To what you think Is paired with what it's not. But what is not Cannot be taught Or broken into pairs. There are these binaries and they are terrible They swirl within in you and without you. Each in its season, Every step of The Way.
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