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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