The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Monday, August 6, 2012

Tasting singularity

What of the urn of darkness
That plagues the land

What of the whistle of candidness
That suffuses pain in the hand

To tell the factual truth
Both have a good look

But really, who has time
To live
Under the microscope
Of a protoplasm of
Cognitive existence?

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