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Poetry News Post #949

What's the use? Chur, I think of you

Written by: The Righteous Sidekick, Dukkha Vaz'rias, Cookie Monster
Date: Friday, August 8th, 2014
Addressed to: Everyone


As the plump ogre captain scampers
Down the stairs of the tower,
The moon suddenly stands up in the darkness,
And I see that it is impossible to die.
Each grain of sand is an aeon.
A monk persists in the desert of loneliness,
Muttering
The horror! The horror!

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Tenebrae, in the year 54 AM.


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