Allusion
Mar 4, 2021
Tomorrow & the next & the next,
slithers in at a piddling pace from this moment to the next;
Till the last letter of history;
And all our journeys are pockmarked by enlightened conmen
The path down a dusty cliff. Then gone, gone, fleeting flame!
Existence is a mere shadow, a blind actor,
That parades & swaggers their hour in the spotlight,
And then is heard of never again.
It is a tale, told by a fool, full of rumble and rage,
not meaning a thing.
Wanna lace a working artist’s palm? Just clap.
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