This DespairA Poem by Max Meunierlife has left us coiled those with whom we tethered to this bound ingress turning over faster than the ground that holds what hope do we have to suffer toward? narratives of appalling convenience? the effort spent alone how they bear our strangest face estranged folded into rolling wreaths down roads of untold yielding and yet, the dialogue of days speak walking dead in restless wander fewer stand now © 2016 Max MeunierReviews
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1 Review Added on September 15, 2016 Last Updated on September 15, 2016 Tags: max, meunier, poetry, existence, observation, entropy, introspection, humanity, life, death Author
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