A Skull-full of Sauerkraut

Even if we are damned,
we will learn eventually.
Even if it is far too late for us,
the future will have us as a history.

What I suffer from,
you may as well,
in a way that is your own.

When I think of living too deeply,
I become concerned and perplexed and distraught by the possibilities.

I commiserate with the homeless, and with bards that are dead.
Anyone who speaks or spoke at fathoms beyond our normal reach.

I’m not a great or exemplary person, but I am human all the same.
Every one of us wishes to be something special.

We are not individual, but a piece of a montage.

Mirrors are the cause for our worrisome days,
and other kinds of glass are the cause for dreadful nights,
but in both do we learn.

We will go on learning.

It will be long after we have bitten the dust,
that all the ghosts of this lonely globe
will learn to live as they must.


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Writer, aspiring farmer and homesteader in North Georgia, making ends meet and trying to become more enlightened.

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