the universe it seems must turn to stoneall of our hopes must vanish into mistwe face the pain and horror all aloneyou do not hear us when we have to groanand voices cry upon us to desistthe universe it seems must turn to stonesilence is broken by a little moannot one of you will rush here to assistwe face the pain and horror all aloneupon the heights another wind has blownthe blossom by another sun been kissedthe universe it seems must turn to stonefor what's been done nobody could atonethis is a force that none could here resistwe face the pain and horror all aloneour needs have been stripped to the very bonewe aren't expected ever to persistthe universe it seems must turn to stonewe face the pain and horror all alone
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
25 September 2008
meeting the hour
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