Out Like a Lamb

Folly

There is no sense in it
no numbers to add
no one to implore
no recipe to follow
nothing to be done.

There are no words to say
nothing to make of it
no task to complete
nothing to accomplish
no title to claim.

There is no change to it
nothing to record
no chart of progress
no where to go
no way escape it.

It is folly
to pretend a light
at the mouth of closed tunnels
or a solution
at the heart of broken equations.

There is only this:
the violence to endure
and not one reason
for the aggressions
and no possibility
of coming to an end.


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April 1- Folly