The best is yet to come
In some quiet recess
Filled with sound
I too will find.
A small piece of the sublime
Profound beauty revealed
In a stranger’s hand
That does not touch.
Even then the idiots encroach
Insisting that the road will end
Before another sunrise
Can shed its’ own blood.
Sad little fucks
Unable to appreciate anything.
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