F Love
We are like that dog chasing his own tail
trying to posses something of its own
something that is beyond us
never to be touched
only to be looked upon
Gods are laughing from us
we are their laughing stock
grotesque humanity at its best
inventing our life
while being shaped by it.
And right back, where we belong
Arrogance of our loner god
is our own self deception
Led by his own will
misguided in sleeplessness
we are dying on the way,
to be reborn in clarity of future lies,
lost and never to be loved,
shaped into the featureless
sunset of a sculpture
in a snowy sense of senility
where time is moving away from us
and we fall to stand.
You call it love
I call it master and slave morality
by Jaro T
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