Within me, without me
Here comes another morning
after yet another night
The diligent serfs toiling away incessant
not seeing the light of the day or one sunrise
Not knowing the beauty of the moon
or the bliss of eventide
For, where they plough away ceaseless
there is no light, no day,
no night, no eve
Just one moment after another
nothing to keep time or company
Going on ceaseless
without a moment's break
the tireless heart
the fearless liver
the gutsy gut
the lungs porous
the unsung spleen
Ensuring I get to experience life
forgetting all about them
and their undermined existence
As the amorphous mind chuckles away
few more tricks up its sleeve
to get me going
round and round
around nothing
Here comes another morning
after yet another night
that will be lost
at the altar of the mind
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