there is marvel in the mystery
that surrounds us like these peaks
what can man do in the face
of nature, rolling waves and moon's
sempiternal patience?
In Germany, rains and rains, ends
and ends, ropes and ropes
there is nothing as hopeless as us
when at the mercy of destiny.
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mossy down underfoot, less pathed roads
when you spend your life looking
for your ancient scrolls, strange pattern
some fossil of some extinct beast
you try and try reaching out
and explaining that this is not
all your life's work especially
if you had one too many
while we cannot escape our time's end
we sure can slave in dignity
in the comfort of company
sit down and rest with me
YOU ARE READING
oh the hue-manity
Poetrynow that katie isnt on wattpad, who will do my covers now? edit: after some long talks on the phone and i may of sold my soul to Katie (again) she agreed to make me a cover
