Weed, Wine and Caffeine

and why should the ocean be merciful?
to take a different point of view-
such a greater thing
can smite the small
with no need for sorrow.

it is our own lesson;
each thing feels only its own pain-
the chaos of a beetle's death
or of a star
will not
transfer,
cannot disslove us

but given bleeding heaps
the broken, weeping scaps of us
offer what we understand
our hearts were made to break-
we declare it
we fill the quiet universe
with roars.


eed
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