matter

Live on whims.

swim to swim.

Meaning is a shackle.

The key is your sin.

Power is a delusion.

Paper erodes.

You write a Constitution,

it cannot hold.

The bludgeon you strike-

only dents a dune-

of a desert which gulps your strife

as a boon.

Mortal is a flower;

in love he blooms.

He shrivels with age.

By void: consumed

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ARTWORK:   NO MAN'S LAND by Thierry Chavenon.

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