After all
that Time,
Eighteen years
Ends
Alone
I can do
what I want
what
Do I want-when
happiest
Ever-after
all...
Isn't that
how fairy tales
End?
Painting by Hermann Koch c. before 1939) in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
After all
that Time,
Eighteen years
Ends
Alone
I can do
what I want
what
Do I want-when
happiest
Ever-after
all...
Isn't that
how fairy tales
End?
Painting by Hermann Koch c. before 1939) in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
As in
gift again.
We all like treats.
Pavlov proved this with his puppies.
What's more? More treats.
And more treats, please.
Gluttony leaves no room
for the famished to breathe,
too much of it all and and and
Consumed consumers consuming
treats that others had or wanted
to have and to hold,
to stack behind the curtain wall
amass
nothing
easily taken away.
The animal obeys
his carnal needs
and remembers.
The human collects
his dull desires
and forgets
we have already had it
All.
Painting by Arthur Heyer (1872-1931), 'Bulldog sound asleep' c. before 1931 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
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