So Says Lucretius. Poem by Ripper Jones

So Says Lucretius.



Each age of non-existence
Is a perfect mirror of the other.
Look at how eternity
passed before we're born,
And mark how utterly
it counts as nothing.
This is our mirror,
Our past, our future.

Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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