the confusion of the masses
slowly, like a madness
onto a man,
confusion blinds…
makes one swallow
less effectively…
makes one indecisive…
it forces neglect.
days age, becoming years
and lifetimes till
finally one looks
back wondering
why.
answers are meaningless,
despite the fact that
such questions keep
us from dying
peacefully.
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