Derek R. Audette
Ever On: The Illusion Is Woven - Poem by Derek R. Audette
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.
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