the world’s condition
was never intended
to forego the pleasure
of a passing hope
for no reason
the bullet that
will strike us all
keeps me up at night
all the circles of hell
not yet defined by madness
bury our lives in circus tents
and the black solitude of time
leaks away the hours
what is there
to frighten us
but the curse of ego?
jh
Richard says
Nothing
Jan Herman says
then you must be able to get a good night’s sleep.