Benjamin Posted March 8, 2017 Share Posted March 8, 2017 Out of a past under the stairs He breathes with anonymity Where mystery and madness range From tallow candles to Tesla bulbs The conscience of his human face A hunter's moon with spindrift bows And silver darts that pierce the mind On fields of Mars where countless died-- Still die-- to crowd his universe Where all religion is a foolish Answer to a foolish question And he haunts for a better life Headstone detached-- gathering dust Archaic as Ozymandias Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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