i.
have you ever attended
____a funeral of a doubt?
the dismal gloom arrays itself
in a sullen line of broken minds.
____the procession drum, drum, drums on
____in a quiet whisper, so fragile, it will
shatter.
__the mourning will never break for this doubt.
ii.
do you observe how
minute the coffin is? I tell you,
____it is because the thought was a
____newborn before it could expand.
the infant idea lived mere seconds
before growing into its casket.
_______it suffocated in its own feeble breath.
iii.
____please, be silent.
the darkened sky overcasts the hope of a fresh idea.
__(gloom reeks of immorality)
the casket is lowered,
lower, deeper, and is finally encased in
its own lonely death.
after all, no one ever really remembers
___a doubt.
FIN.
