a wise man once said
that if you stare into the darkness
you become like them.
how long till we reave,
or cleave to nothing.
how many dimensions must i travel,
till my soul becomes empty
and the nights grow weary –
stay, watch cable tv.
there must be enough of nothing
from something,
.
how many turns and shivers,
groaning like trickles down a stream.
that bustling chariot hurries forward –
she’s a genius!
were that lonely grants memory,
or memory that makes one lonely.
the sandman is silent,
he knows he has made an artist.
.
how many in that darkened night,
have come forth works of art.
that all mankind were lonely,
what a sight of beauty it would be!
.
a wise man once said,
that if you stare into the darkness,
one laughs,
what can compare to that within?
we are all sages in the end.
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