There was no grand epiphany,
no resounding overture
when the mystery was undone.
When I finally discovered for myself
the meaning of it all
there was only silence.
And I watched those around me rust,
languishing to be a spectacle
of something so tiresome and garish
as human.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
There was no grand epiphany,
no resounding overture
when the mystery was undone.
When I finally discovered for myself
the meaning of it all
there was only silence.
And I watched those around me rust,
languishing to be a spectacle
of something so tiresome and garish
as human.
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