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Foolishness
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Poems, Adages, and Thoughts Happiness is delusion, purpose is distraction.
How can anything matter in the face of oblivion?
I, the sacred I that only oneself can know,
am but a ripple on an endless black sea.
A ripple melding, as it expands, into vacuous chaos.
Frantically I flail, desperate I inhale the breath of life,
Inevitably follows the exhalation when all will be still.
Although once an immortal picking fruit in the garden with my brothers
Soon it will be as if I, and even those invincible brethren had never been.
Thank God my frail mind cannot long fathom the inexorable fate of existence.
Sometimes even, I am fool enough to smile.
Absence Of Futility
Futility on the 100 mile marker
heaven concepts activate
at the crossover, another
milestone.
.
Inexplicability as companion
until a meaning seeps in
and a brittle smile caused
by a perpetual sense of time,
the ultimate captor.
.
Lady A
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