This Boundless Glory (TH)
Lost wandering the road
for his muse’s encouraging whisper,
the poet tucks himself away
in a hollow trunk’s belly
& begins to weep
knowing all too well
there is nothing
to be created
that could match
this boundless glory.
Everyone's Going Down (MS)
Everyone's going down all our bones will crumble to dust, all Earthly and Heavenly structures will decay, the brick walls we hit they too will fall apart It's a safe assumption that change, ever-present means death as well as birth and growth When we are no longer unwilling to accept change we attain wisdom.
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