Music of Oblivion

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2011-april-autumn-leaves1Drag the dead leaves within, around

Today when the Hermit goes to work

Faces the music of oblivion

Sets the existence on fire

Breaches chaos

Whistles

Carries the dead leaves within, around

Falls into a chasm…of clay

And out comes dust

And a new world thus made

Of dead leaves, clay and fire

The Hermit goes to slumber

When wakes, sees a world of nothingness

Therein dwell his two souls, the one asleep and the one in a dream

Along with dead leaves.

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