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...
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
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