today, as i was walking down the street
i met a man who could not be discerned
from these paving stones; and the blue-red
lamplight of the moon was always
raving at the stars; and the way kids tread
the slickness of this mind must seem
darkened with the softness of the bread
which cuts days thick; and man must hear
the gleeful worlds of childrenkind
laughing at the lunacies of sliced fools.
we think the thoughts which, underfuelled,
by intellect, make conscience die
death brings us always heaven’s claws
and smites the hedons found outdoors?
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