There are few unedited stories
beneath my finger nails that I
filed down
onto
a
piece
of
paper.
One story is about death and
all the multifaceted ways
I die
every
day.
Another is about love
and the many different forms
this verb takes
every
day
I
live.
Fear, hate and desire all
make their way on the
page
unknown
yet
calcified
and
tough.
The final story (filed down from
beneath my finger nails)
is one that is yet to be told
a future yet done
incomplete
waiting
to
be.
ABSURdISTRY. 
A poem! And a cool one too, built around a central image which is mirrored in the structure and an elegant idea. Very nice poem, Randall.
I like the structure.
Wow!
This is such a great poem.
The structure… the word choices…
and the depth in the simplicity.
Love it. 🙂
—Sherma