MJD, poem: Thoughts’ of Modernity

Thoughts’ of modernity


An insulating coldness runs through,
Watching the illusion of life rushing the framework.
Scuttling to and fro.

Aiming for goals which bare no length.
The possessions remaining;
While the worms glee.

Action brings peace; unattainable in mortality.
Intervention too late, too less.
Pillows of stillness wrappings;
Bolstered by beautiful oak.

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Thinker, fantasiser, reader, writer.

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