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Egress

how very sad, these sad ones murmuring along
happily delighted in their tricks and habits
staring vacantly, intent on rusted footpaths
where have they come from, where do they lead?

just one purpose met, just one light fulfilled
growing not upward or with skillful grace
simply entertained, simplier confused
there is not a boundary set for measurement

only dissolution of boxes, breaking of walls
bearing this verity in mind, that all is pale
heaven is meant for angels, and hell for demons
leaving is not a science, but an understanding

poem by Poet Dragon
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