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Something About the Duality of Man

August 21, 2012

With delight, he is cancer.

With relish, he lends himself to the fall of man.

As his eyes avert and sneer to themselves,

he retches feces from behind no veil

like a bratty child – the little prince.

His very thoughts are threaded lies

and his words are treason.


With candor, he is trying.

In truth, he rolls the boulder.

As his eyes fall away and judge themselves,

he struggles to untangle the veil

with a dogged heart – the little engine.

His very thoughts betray him

and his words aren’t enough.


But now he knows the enemy.


From → Poetry

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