Cocytus Is Lake Erie

for George

 

We are not allowed to talk

about certain truths. There’s an unconscious

 

reservoir of motives—those cyclic behavior

patterns haunting one’s sleep.  The heart

 

can only withstand so much. Risk

becoming remorseful and longing.  Indeed,

 

it’s a living

Hell.  Horrors of contemporary man

 

become encapsulating ice of the lake

which named itself Misery.

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