Poems ✍️

Does one really know when catastrophe will strike?
Some sense portent of the bizarre by malediction.

Did the Mayans really understand God, and science
Or... did Nostradamas own a Waterford crystal ball?

And... should I waken from my pine-boxed sleep
Will the chilled silence explain my mortal being?

I know of no elixir that will soothe your manic mind;
I can speculate but that would be merely speculation.

Truth is... I possess no quench to deign such queries;
Reason being, Life's too short for the non-negotiables.




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Frank James Ryan, Jr/FjR