The same tale again and again
told by the men through empty words
to listeners long left though they
prattle on regardless.
A turn of the page reveals blank wallpaper
and a turn of the wall shows hidden possibilities
just beyond their grasp.
The next date ushers delusions of reform.
If one smashes the conduct he'll soon depart,
ne'er look looking back as the Lethe overflows,
ne'er asking why escape is necessity,
ne'er to there where his comrades lay awake
in eternal slumber.
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