Man is a temporary condition


When the sky
Fell away
Revealing it’s fractured
Picture tube
Of deceit
It became easier
To see
How foolishness
Mimics a hero’s
Folly
Blindly
Readily
Unceasingly
Yet heroes never die
And the sky
Bears no malice
To the day
It cares not for justice
Or love
But for the Earth below
Proving that man
Is a temporary
Condition

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