the intermittent persiflage
between us passengers is such,
that though we seem engaged, alive,
we hardly really notice much
like what it is for hopes to die,
or why it is we cannot feel
how light sarcasms in the air
are more than many chasms real
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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