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Apr 2023
Lest we forget
We are nothing
In time
We are nothing
Outside of it
Either
Inclined
To resist
The desist
Uneventful
Unyielding
Absurdity
Journey
Its burdens
Unwieldy
Relieving us not
Of its mountainous weight
Buried deep
In a planet
We cannot escape
And most likely
Unsightly
The soul’s
Resting place
Restless waste
Of dead space
Our inherent disgrace
Yet we still place
Our unerring faith
In its gates
Michael Marchese
Written by
Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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