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Into the Scheme of Things
Into the Scheme of Things
Funny how you make An infinitesimal blob In the middle of nowhere. Like moths drawn to their Fate Drawn to your useless ties. Dancing to the tunes of Maya As she dances to the cosmic drum. In the mad cavorting of life When you think you had a glimpse Of Eternity in another’s eyes Days when sleep eluded you And like the ill-fated monster You “cried to sleep again”. And through it all, The wonderful, fantastic, misery And the pain of human life; A pain so brutal; A pain so beautiful; a pain that soothes the heart, In this crazy world, Where the dying mourn the dead.
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