Randomness settles on sprigs of insanity.
Angry men struggle to caption reality.
The wet skies are white,
The dry clouds are black.
As men will have need,
So will men lack.
And so it all begins to start,
Commencing on finality.
©1984 Paul Hartzer (writing as poluve)
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