Bored
Oh, what a drag, another day
Is going by so flatly.
A.A.
The life drags on again. As real as a haze
over a lunar sea it lasted for so many
eons that you began to take the life at face
value but luckily it didn't lead to any
fallouts: as before the notional mirage
continues to attract the spurious wayfarers
in a conceptual sand; a verbal camouflage
is still a matter of perceptive faults and errors.
Regretfully, the death is just another wrong
conception. Do not place too high your expectations
on it. The death as well endures for so long
that once you'll get enough of any incarnations.
"You bored me to the death you both, life and death".
I don't remember who said that. May be, Macbeth.
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