Thursday, May 17, 2018

10,828. ONCE WHEN I WAS A RIGHTEOUS MANIAC

ONCE WHEN I WAS 
A RIGHTEOUS MANIAC
They carried me down from the hill,
unconscious, and I was scared for life.
No longer able to rightly speak, I stayed
mute for rightly long times. Having said
all there was to say, the bush itself had
extinguished its fire. 'I am not the man
for these things, I carry no load, want 
nothing to do with this work.' But it
was too late by then. It was way
too late by then.

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