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Sifting Sands
hungry hourglass happens
human helplessness--
humanity hastes, hangs, hovering
between bottomless boundaries
bouncing, bobbing buoyantly
but back below
sands sift with shifting sorrows-
sunsets sink senile-- so,
how do hating humans have hope?
temporal time turns turnips into topsoil--
topsoil into tar-pits,
a tale that is told
by battling bugs boasting
of being bold beings
above & b...
Sunday 7th March 2021 7:05 pm
OVER
OVER
Fallen warriors of all nations, now only bones and memories, I remember you.
In your hour of need you became great for a moment, doing your duty for a higher power, you, just mere men.
Being asked to do the unthinkable, to kill or be killed in the glaring cauldron of battle.
I will never know what it was like, to be good or bad, to be in battle. All ...
Sunday 4th March 2012 2:44 pm
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