On the Dust of History SaidA Poem by Alfred Kukitzthe biggest game of the unknownOn the Dust of History Said On the card that never showed itself, in solitaire's buried pile no moves left to uncover it's darkness to see its number and suit alive Like a soldier in a graveyard Like a child born in the still of life, no cry of birth revealed Like a cousin of E=MC2 We, as people, never know the beauty of genius left to the dust of history said. © 2016 Alfred Kukitz |
StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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