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So Many Trifles and Too Much Time

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Tower to endless tower,

dust per miss the light.

So Many Trifles and too much time…

we toil, we ravage

this the forage to arrive.

 

Arise.

 

The badge of high.

The lofts of significance,

’tis but an inessential plot to land

some pinnacle position.

But devices of desire,

naught are the wonders to belief.

Heed thyself amongst the autogenous plight.

 

Forget not…

the point is plunge.

 

 

Ewe,

a machine of desire

many are the trifles, barren time.

 

 

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