Firewood

autor:  Jan Nowak1998
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And the mind
Like an old man dragging a huge bag
of books
One moment of grace
And they fly out
Swirling
Arranging in
Epiphanies chasing epiphanies
Too fast
to be caught
But still profound.

It's just so simple
Don't you know?
The answer
That answers everything?

Startled again...

And they leave
Laughing...

"..Soo,
What's the catch?
just like waisting time, eh?
Get up, stand up,
I said coffee!
Living in your bullshit world
Lazy, that's what you are,
Lazy...

Oh, I know,
you don't care
You never do.
You're going to Jemen
That's for sure.
They'll tell you where's your place."

Not much of a difference
Between middle east
And far west
In some nests.

Just for the record
I do care.

"..Who are you talking to?
What's with the old man
dragging his bag?
What is he selling?"

Firewood.

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