who am I to spout my ignorance?
I know at least as much
as you do and probably less
but I spurned my path
and find no way back to it
I'm ashamed at so much waste
but hell what does it matter over drinks
and a comforting gaze afterward
up to the inexorable tread of stars
on a sky that resembles
our field of earthly endeavor
a slow steady orderly march
with its own chaos to power
the engines of our desolation...
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