VOLUME 11 TABLE OF CONTENTS
 


Read Calm, Listen Weird

 

Reading all your tragedies

Disasters of your life, I

Don’t hear the shivery voice

That tries to relive some night,

Never sense the awful or

The frightful, dreadful being

Seized by doom and diseases.

 

Solitude is not destroyed

By threats, prognostication,

Deadly words behind your back.

Plaintive poems of passage,

Those brave survivalist tomes,

Dull ashes from the past, are

Shadowy alien lives.

 

Listen to that inner calm

From your sanctum undefiled,

The unveiled soul of you is

Thankful not to be on trial,

Was not in danger at all,

You who will live forever

To tell your immortal tale.

 

 


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