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hallawayjoe Andyland 2014-10-20 9:19 PM The Palace station Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) |
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Palace station Invariably the sunsets on everything Like you're having sex with the world And suddenly life goes on And you're still yourself and unaware And painfully aware of the fact One despair after another So much that we call It ecstasy, but be cognizant Of death, that faithful Companion who follows us Around extending a branch But here we are wanting To live forever. The sun sets Anyway, the birds sing their Evening song, the coyote Howls, the bugs do their buzzy ness And in the darkness of space There we are Going through this together And alone |
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