Caesar
complains that
he had
become alone
finally
his parents
died and the house
is big
all the servants
are still there
how can he relate
to their fears
and sorrows and
poverty?
caesar must not
complain about being left
alone finally
karma, karma
works in all walks of life
to caesar and the rest of
the caesars
the scissor cuts now
these paper hearts
falling into the sea
and the floors
floating, then sinking
low, lower
and still not
stilled.
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