OUR DEAD
OUR DEAD
The dead
more beautiful
more intelligent
in its silence
than the living
in its noise.
The dead
Everything invented me.
I invented Nothing.
more beautiful
Trillions of speculations
targeting eternity
more intelligent
allowance of dirt
to bury dirt
in its silence
chaos more jazzy
than the living
jazz most entangled
in its noise.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr. June 30, 2019
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