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Christmas Island

 

If man is an island…

and the waves which summon to,

each grain which moves and becomes him…

bountiful , yet plain.

 

If man is an island…

and the creatures his c(s)ensor

Soft and firm movements…

they in turn ravage his bounty.

 

If man is an island…

an impenetrable force is his jungle,

the trees his fickle fortress…

the thicket his bane and breath.

 

If a man is an island…

and the firmament his untimely god

His sustenance is trivial…

his steady earth, slowly withers away.

 

If man is an island…

his bounty unrestricted yet rare,

bounded afore…

for the nothingness thereafter.

 

If man is an island

the night his inverse shadow,

for the day shows him no more…

the lights deathly benevolence.

 

 

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"If he's honest, he'll steal; if he's human, he'll murder; if he's faithful, he'll deceive. Being at a loss to resolve these questions, I am resolved to leave them without any resolution." I have so much to say to you that I am afraid I shall tell you nothing."

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