W. H. Auden, Edward Lear XXXV, last line "he became a land"
The construction of my world begins with me.
The whorl of events and whop whop noises
describing my land shows
it is not easy living when no listening is required.
Reeling from feeling
then dealing with the consequences of
subjection-rejection-dejection
is hard,
causing creative crashes resolved in ashes.
In conclusion.
Try to avoid the fogs of sadness.
And always make sure you can live within your sacrifices.
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