Poem
I know
how fascinated we are with clarity
the clarity of a country dawn
the clarity of the pangs of death.
But what I care about is what the trees think,
and what makes a madman laugh.
how fascinated we are with clarity
the clarity of a country dawn
the clarity of the pangs of death.
But what I care about is what the trees think,
and what makes a madman laugh.
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