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Why do we get
That feeling of
Foreboding
When someone says
Our bedrock is
Eroding?
“Let me off the hook!” I cry.
A fish who’s taken the bait
Ignores the latter’s last sigh,
Repeats its words and its fate.
Icarus
In flying with the birds the wish
Of men grounded in tedium
Ends in their swimming with the fish
In an unhappy medium.
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