Alone Chaos
Alone for times immemorial, for the song of poems
For the book to be read at our funeral for the alone
Spirit to be reborn again and again in the war of wars.
The war of self, the war that never ends, the alone war
A war of mind and spirit, a war of thought and chaos.
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