Sunday

The Universe Answers


A call for omens and the universe answers
With shouts and whispers obviously subtle
Broken shovels all insider-referenced
Illnesses contracted few and far between
Unusual ailments usually reserved for elderly

Today a father turns seventy
And is wished well from afar
Empires crumble into the dust of dominoes falling
Amid vantages from precipices of vulnerability
Because everything must die at last


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Otterfarm remix