A maverick's madness is without method and his genius without purpose.
Monday, December 22, 2014
Where do I belong?
Are we a tribe of bastards
forsaken by Time’s flirtations?
Am I an iota of consciousness
lingering
on an insignificant, spinning rock;
or a tiny speck of ego
swimming
in a sea of eternity?
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