Song of men

A wave or a particle,
a song or a sound,
it is all clear to the men
diving into pools of madness
on streets since long
upheld by the law of average.

The logic of the run away,
the misplaced comment.
Silent men run alone.
One more night, one more,
the dying of the fields, shorn,
will find them, hollow.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-06-10 at 00:08

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