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12Aug10

strange this existence
gnashing teeth and bloodying
the mighty devour the mighty who do not know it
are not allowed to know it
when every sun and every moon brings galaxies
of suffering, of corpses, as if this were the river styx
as the underworld overflowed
strange this existence when the purest things
so easily snuffed out
hold it- do not let the grinding things deny you
be patient and be silent
sit still for a while and ask nothing about the world
make kindling for the smallest fires
that light up this strangeness of existence

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