Good dog

dogs and hounds, man fucking barking at the darkness of night and a couple of us with our noses stuck in the fences we sit there gazing at the street lights lost in the howl of moon and the sound of cricket we hear the moan of our fellow brothers stuck in the darkness of their own thoughts and we wish for the moments of clarity to wash over ourselves and unto them and our masters who wake in the morning what is to be said of this darkness upon our brothers? is it our duty to make everyone wake up? or shall we then blindly love to love to love to love? and that in itself will surpass enlightenment itself to love like a stoic to love like a star and die like a good dog. like a good dog like a good dog. aye.

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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