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The madman...
January 4th 1 pm
Rising with the sun,
Sleeping with the birds...
Startled into life...
A life, he daily discards!
Vacant eyes like vacant lots,
Filled with thoughts from far...
Now acquiescence, now disdain,
Laughing at the stars!
Buffeted by the winds,
Protected by the dust,
Quickened comes his breath...
By neither love nor lust...
Layer and layer of grime,
Dirt his only sheath...
Had come covered in blood,
Will go covered by the heath...
Now and then a gleam,
Of understanding on his face...
Before you catch up though,
He's already changed the pace...
A reminder, a memory,
That man was animal born
Full of fancies throbbing
And of all fancies shorn!
Bare as the tree he calls home
Hunger his driving force
Not trained in the art of language
Yet as the best he swore!
And as he lies to sleep,
On a heap of broken rules...
His every breath a lash...
On the yardstick of the fools!
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