Found Poetry 668

7/20/21

mortals dining on the ludicrous
each transparent morsel shoved in front of them
of the thinnest importance

they celebrate wearing different skins
that never fit quite right
something is always off

the plate is empty, then full, then emptied
emptiness, the condition
which always returns
receiving the warmest welcome

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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