Heard the words from your mouth,
That all things either end or head south;
After forgetting about the moment hear and now
Neglecting the good, golden rays falling upon the brow
As you blast through waves of curtness inside the house
Lost the meaning, the value, worthwhile things reflect, shimmering worthlessness awry with sporadic entropy of peculiarity
Cannot write valuable lines
Where grand meaning intertwines:
In a factory of ideas with thoughts that refine
The old tapes I always tend to rewind
And as I traverse far and wide!
Poet's Corner 
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