fatalism act 1
I’m not like most people:
no, not at all.
I do not belong here,
this valley of pearls.
These
oceans of depth,
despite shallow world.
Mountains are men,
or is it reverse?
I’ve traveled far
and I’ve traveled wide
(mostly in words).
I’ve been a Victorian gentleman,
a Renaissance knight.
Despite all,
despite all,
I do not belong here:
no, not at all.
Not at all.
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