Sound and fury, signifying nothing
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Everything comes apart
Spun around the orb enough times to know.
Everything comes apart in time, in time.
Foundations bend, foundations do crumble--
Rain melts clay men shaped with love and care.
Roseate dawns birth hope and joy and fear.
Dusky sunsets evoke both grief and peace.
You can't hold it against anybody.
Not you nor he nor anybody else.
There's no mystery, no puzzle at all.
Worlds will fall my friend. Worlds will ever fall.
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