Tuesday, November 27, 2012

who hears me entire

hears nothing new 

man's dominion

is limited to his skull

he cannot rule 

his own heart

nor can he control

what he sets in motion...

in a great void

our race sits and ponders

describes smoke shapes hanging

over diminishing fires

and I join them saying my share

of nothing nothing nothing new...

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