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Lament for something or another. (Free verse) by Nicholas Jones
What was there? Nothing but
unproductive emptiness conferring
no economic advantage;
I mean, there were never certainties,
I was always confused, but once
I believed in that, worried about art,
so Christ, I'm superstructural, got no base,
stumble from nothing to nowhere,
get lost in the margins, become a
useful member of society with
no ideas or actions. I dream of
production, creation, coherence,
beautiful dialectics, leftist transcendence,
but when I examine my mind
all I derive is uncertainty, sadness,
fragments of ideas I no longer understand.
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Posted: April 26, 2009 12:54 PM PDT; Last modified: April 26, 2009 12:54 PM PDT
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