Syria
The dead
Decay
In
Syria
The Gad
Never
Was
So
Repleted
With
Souls
Fly
During
Winter
I
Found
The
Fly
Which
Had
Perished
During
Summer
Mummified
Finite
Despite
Our
Finiteness
There
Are
Just
Infinity
And
Eternity
Coffin
Would it be
So
Much
Worse
If
Our bed
In
Life
Was
Our
Coffin
In
Death?
Birth
No!
No
birth
Is
An
Error
Wreckage
If everything
Lies
In
Wreckage
Then
Even
Poetry
Cannot
Conglutinate
Anything
Love
Why
Do
We
Carry
Lead
aprons
In
Love?
As if
Its
Radiation
Could
Injure
Us
Helicopter
No
Helicopter
Flies
Such
As
The bumblebee
Or
The bummingbird
There
Remains
Much
To be learned
Plummet
A
Plummet
To
Sound
The depth
Of
Thoughts
Often
Is
Not
Necessary
At all
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