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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Man

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Man has nowhere to go. he is of the earth they say,

But the earth is never his.

He kills and he is killed–he is not safe

Nature bestows but it also takes

Man has nowhere to be

He has developed wings, so he may take charge of the sky

But the sky is just as malevolent–it takes charge of man.

Man has nowhere to hide

He can swim like a fish, in waters deep and freshBut the water devours him

It just makes him bones rot

Man has nowhere to hide

He gets warmth from the fire–which burns him up

It leaves no flesh nor bone

It preys on his blood

Man has nowhere to go

Man has nowhere to hide

Man is the king yet killed like a pest

Man is nowhere safe