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27 March 2017

Dust to Dust

Shadow-man

For what it’s worth

Not one hair's breadth

Separates any of us

The worst and best

We are all of us cast

In the imperfect image

Of a mythic God

With our feet of clay

And star filled eyes

Flawed, but glorious

Doomed or redeemed

By indifferent circumstance

Each awaits the same fate

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2 comments:

  1. So much is packed into this test

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    1. Thank you Martin. Your comments are always welcome.

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