souless spectators
Whats happened to our ego'swhy have we buried our flesh?
in a dying ground
the emerald flakes
grasslike sphears
spike out lifeless body
the worms craw
feeding of our
dimished souls
reeping rewards
from our souless spectators
souless spectators
Whats happened to our ego'sPoetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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