And so the world continues to spin,
and events cascade across the semi-present
awareness of man,
just as they always do.
The styles are altered,
but the substance remains banausic.
And as my eyes behold the cycle of
for the twelve-thousandth time,
a truth rings in my mind with a
There is nothing more devastating
than a longing for ignorance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem