Extant
A drunk man stumbles out of any bar
Looks at a sky marred with stars
Inside looks he, a void he spys
Tears brim fragmented eyes
He feels it--
Bestowed burden cumbersome
In the hands of man--
The brand,
To think
To be
To become
To not...
Is him
Is we
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