“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Sunday, November 4, 2018
cardinal points
Death
Being
as Natural
as Life
Why
we made
murder a Sin
and Nudity
a profanity
(poverty a crime
wealth a blessing)
All just
because we are afraid
of Reality
Inevitably
I-denity
we live with
Exposure
made up
with our raw materials
ore
data
and information
easily eroded and likely
to give way
someday, in a word
too large to lie
eyes upon,
too precise to name
with exactitude and
Finality
just As
finis origine pendet.
Artist unknown, c. 1650, Master of the Vanitas Texts [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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