All There is to "Life"Little eddies appear in the pool.
They're like lives. They arrive.
Then, they end. They don't have
Any meaning. The universe
Whirls as they do, and everything
Moves without reason. What
Reasons there are are supplied
By such eddies as crackpots
And sages, and all disappear
In due time.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2020-06-25 at 01:54
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