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"to die, and be carried away on the wind"

"i am empty, woe is me. void of any poetry."

"gods now free of all that bound them, seeming, dreaming poets all, born to rise and bound to fall."

"let poetry baffles, us both."

"and pay no mind to those wasting their time, in confusing confusion with art."

“what does one do love to empty the mind?
‘nothing my dear but sit still and be kind'

and how does one conquer the fearing of death?
'by living the minute and counting the breath'

say, what of the heart and the way that it breaks?
‘pour all the dust into what you create'”

“come in your own time, and human be

yours politely,
lonely me”