My chances to restrain The torments of demented summer

you ask me once
what are the chances of restraining

my demented summer
the torments imminent

the conclusion about to be written
by the hands of those who are

here to judge
i tell you until the next falling of the snow

until the consummation of
desire until the death of passion

until the day when i am finally
buried in the sand

shall all these be
considered finally meaningful

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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