Haiku

Rise, O paradox:
Does a spectrum have an end?
Or just a middle?
 
Into the darkness.
That's where we are said to go
At the end, not start.
 
Magic trick: sprinklers.
My kids see me make rainbows.
Bonus: lawn watered.
 
Brutal days, far off...
Ol' Vlad's preferred punishment?
Dividing the hole.
 
the dragon slumbers
dreaming of fair princesses
and their royal blood
 
(I like that...)

the joy of living
to see new centuries born
against all the odds
 
Living beyond time:
You want to live forever?
Bury descendants?
 
Unless you see it,
You hear about it later.
So then, all is myth.
 
Panko crumbs like sand
Crunch beneath bare feet. Kitchen.
Scotch eggs, anyone?
 
In your eyes I lived
Blind love stumbled from my path
See a stranger there
 
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