from this week in February 2013 (I was 68)
It is the imp in the bottle the embrace of leprosy
Empathy is to fade upon seeing the faded
an ability to hear the words of the dumb
It is to choke on the gasps of the dying
to smell the funeral in a bouquet of flowers
to taste the taint of mother’s milk gone sour
the regret in the burning of a flag
to disintegrate in the corruption of an idea
Obviously empathy goes a bit too far for me
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