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all we ever wanted was everything

a man is placing silver coins on the eyes of his friend

who died in the night, a lonely wind blown into his mouth and through his marrow

and now the sulphurous glare of our greatest ally sends life through infinity

as it will until the teeth of our society are smashed from our gums

by the bayonet of impotence and jealousy that is the human race

and even then she will shine until the first sentience creaks through

the dust, lift their eyes to the light and learn to sing.

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when a dog returns to consume its own vomit, it does so through choice and not hunger ►

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Stu Buck

Fri 14th Oct 2016 22:27

interesting point. i think time is full of circles. a human life is a circle (as job put it, we were born with nothing and to the dust we return with nothing), society is a circle, empires end full circle (from nothing to nothing). i agree, we travel along them and alter them, but the inevitable conclusion is nothing. from nothing, to nothing. and unlike a life, an era, even time itself, the circle is always from nothing to nothing. a bit like ouroboros, the snake that ate itself.

(glad you liked the bayonet line, my mouth hurt after writing it)

elPintor

Fri 14th Oct 2016 22:22

I was just thinking about the comments here (after reading, I was focused on teeth getting knocked out with a bayonet..wow) and cycles. I mean, if you were to put a drawing instrument at the edge of a circle and turn it, it would trace a wave. So, I can't help but contemplate whether we are traveling a path or simply "spinning our wheels" in mid-air.

Whether there's a destination to be reached, I couldn't say. But, we must be getting somewhere if we aren't where we were when it all started spinning?

elP

ps
If this doesn't make sense, I just finished scrubbing all of the paint off after work..I don't quite have my mind about me yet.

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Stu Buck

Fri 14th Oct 2016 21:44

cheers david, you are spot on. the cyclical nature of humanity, how we aspire to be great but fall short and how small we are in the glare of the sun. thanks for commenting, glad you enjoyed it.

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