what is this folly so carelessly knighted by
way of a thrusting of swords through the heart’s vessels?
washing the hands of attendants in blood from wounds
openly spewing from fountains of youthfulness;
end of a figure transfers to another the
hopelessness cloaking all efforts for change men try
bringing to earth, which has changed but position in
space and in time as it looms from eternal rest;
trapped in expiring forms which in dirt will lie
evermore now and forever consumed by all
worms and all plants which will grow to contented die,
how can a soul ever dream to achieve the moon?
still it will come with all reason and thought denied,
still it believes that the sun will be grasped but soon.







Devious Comments
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!Bad Bunnies!
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To those who do not know me, I am but a faceless name writing insights to life that few will ever comprehend.
I refuse to be a slave to society and it's expectations.
=dapride / *poetic-forms / ~b00b-B-gone
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"A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on"-
William S. Burroughs
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But light as any wind that blows
So fleetly did she stir,
The flower she touch'd on dipt and rose,
And turn'd to look at her
tennyson
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