CHAOS for SALE
Chaos for sale!
Chaos for sale,
Or have it free of no avail!
Buy one qualm and get one free.
A pint of fear drinks easily!
Pin on a tail.
Fins on a whale.
One for an ass,
n' the other set sail...
But tell me sir can you be sure
of which one's which if all's a blur?
"These things we know for we were told,
by wiser men and women old.
But not once did we question thus--
so now we are as clay... and dust."
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Yeti Noone
poet, mystic. Wrote it but somehow... missed it. Dark prose is somewhat of an artform of mine. Each portrait is akin to a dark meditation on the human condition/consciousness or lack thereof.
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