Death and Re-birth

I wander o’er
Outside my door
To April’s yawnful gape.
Subjected to
A past I knew,
The winds of tempt and fate.
And nothing’s changed,
And nothing’s new,
Despite my great desire.
Arrange thyself
Upon the shelf
Of life’s funeral pyre.

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