Tuesday, December 23, 2014

All of His Works Are Lost

I don't, actually, want to live
In a fair universe. You may
Want as you please. The universe
I inhabit may not be yours,
Where the best way home is sometimes
To turn around, back as you came.
Home, such as it is, means nothing
To me, by which I mean nothing.

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