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I awake from unremembered dreams troubled yet

I’ve slept well

In spite of worldwide poverty,

Death and destruction – a chronicle of

Certain doom for the open sores; souls

Vulnerable to the underside of

All nature human

I sit on the shores of a lake

Comfortable yet homeless

Knowledgeable of the past yet

Ignorant of the future

I am bereft of the lessons that

Turn experience into wisdom

Today in a time when deeds and

Action can be parsed to the nanosecond

I’ve missed the exit

Remaining on this mobius

Loop of a life – guilty

Dining with Bacchus and

Fiddling with Nero

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