Images and words
Are re-ordered
In ever cleverer circles
In the maelstrom
Of modernity
Distracting the brilliance
Of young minds

I release myself
From the mundanities
Of daily life
And ponder
The questions of a youth


Nations are destined
To rise and fall
Just as the buttocks
Of ardent lovers
Grind against each other
Flesh towards flesh
Advance retreat
In and out of freedom
To annihilate
The painful consciousness
Of our singular existence

I find
The minds of men
Incomprehensible

In the end
There is no destination
No everlasting physical

Only
Spiritual

Birth
Ageing
Sickness
Death

Four
Three
Two
One

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Aaaaaahhhhhh
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