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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

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