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Ecclesiastes 1

September 28, 2012

there are subtle traces all around

on the air, in my mouth, under ground


straining ears to decipher the rattling hum

knowing only somehow a kingdom will come


falter-fumble across relapsing shores

pretending peace and making wars


dressing down to impress an other

listening as a madman undercover


hang around the shop just to gift cards

out of habit landscape the yards


the wise are just because they aren’t

know we only pretend to be smart


what but ignorance is sanity

before God yet, all is vanity


From → Poetry

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