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Life Of The Fly

from After Horse by Thomas Nöla

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Worm, life of the fly.
Worm, world on a pin.
Worm, barely alive.
Worm, heir to nothing.
Let no one’s sad soul, bent and deceiving,
rule the day low and deforming.
No.

Squirrel, child of the field.
Squirrel, roundly despised.
Squirrel, I watched over you.
Squirrel, couldn’t do a thing.
Lost in a dream of yesterday’s crying.
Chasing a scheme of tomorrow’s spying.
No.

Burn, remains of a king.
Burn, ashes to snow.
Burn, vacuum to stars.
Burn, nothing to fill.
So wave to the men and women who go now
into the past as infinite echoes.
Death was the word, secret to ages.
Death scrawls boldly on sad morning pages now.

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from After Horse, released March 2, 2017

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