Epics

From epigraph to epitaph

My epic is a pictograph

Graphically depicting an epithet

Of the e'pithiness I beget

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Festooned within an epigram

Sums up who I really am

From my swaddled cradle to my toppled grave

Gravely gave my all — then forgave

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From my trumble in the womb

To the crumble of my tomb

Extrapolated my epithet

Of vignettes sinned without regret

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My life proceeded Gaussian

All my motion speeded Brownian

Followed linear: beginning to middle — to end'd

Nosedove, sloped down, from the slope I began, ascended

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Presumed regally alive or declared legally dead

My life, all planned and lived, was all in my head

Colliding with the others who happenstanced their ways

Into mine and breached my entranceways

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I assumed a nom de plume

In life lived in the bedded room

Making creatures of epithelium

To seed the interstellar medium

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I started in a bang, on-rushed

Doomed to fall into the epic crush

Episodes repeating in redundant splendors

And connect, ends to starts, to epicenters

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Those from the ilk of my same cloth

Will follow on silk, my coattails, forth

But when all episodes are said and done

My epilogue will be — from one to none