Here Again
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here again
go I:
sobering thoughts
minimum of doing
just thoughts of regrets
wishes
to turn back the clock
but
the clock is stubborn
and says:
'I must be logical
according to the mores
of the Earth
for as of the Earth
am I'
And I stop
And I bend my head down
As the bending
withering flower
touched by the sadness of
dusk
the numbness of chill
the indifference of dark
night
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