AVANT GARDE
What I'm I seeking in this loneliness?
No voice... no words... no answered prayers
Just a fringe player just background
as they call it...
those self righteous, important pricks
I want so much to agitate you
I want to penetrate you to the inner core
Can you see the silence...
in the cold light of the day
Can you hear anything
when I am watching you?
Nature eventually kills you...
then spits you out,
a waste product.... a smelly turd
a rotten worm infested cadaver
ultimately a fossil in stone.
Damn Change it just never ceases
it remains constant to the end.
Doesn't it!
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