Thursday, June 15, 2023

Try

The man walks along the lake,

His hair and clothes wild, unkempt.

He’s lost all that he could take

From life and love, and the attempt

To understand the meaning of I.

The waves wash up to his naked feet,

As if to urge him once more to try.

Where the horizon and the skies meet,

He sees himself, a constellation,

So far away, fleet and improbable,

Drunkenly spinning concatenations

Of entropy and incessant babble.


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