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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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