In the end
it hardly matters
Pen speaks
of a silence
Of a
ignorance
Price of
survival
20th
century trend
Not write
books
Remain
blind
Too many
lights
At the end
of the tunnel
Cash,
Passions
Known as
powers of Wealth,
No poetry
makes sense in those worlds
Mere past
times
Ecstasy of
the mind
Sensitive
to desire
Live among
clouds of Peace
In many
forms
The end
justifies means
Existence
of various kind.
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