Dragged on to vapors bland,
Defending them from midnight land
Given to a porous wood,
Surrounding them by absent good
Cut away into finest dust,
Convincing them of what is must
Shaped into forms that plan to sell,
Leaving them to die unwell.
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So much said so very well in few words
And after all, “Brevity IS the soul of wit “.
Well done.
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I guess I don’t quite get the poem, but I love the image.
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