plane of man

the nature of the universe is that it is not somewhere hear a noise outside for a moment and all of a sudden that moment is gone like the people who made it there for all we may know they might already be dead and gone the material plane exists upon nothing but a thin sheath upon a passing moment begging what the reference is and then when you should ask what this plane of man is find no integral but rather a differential all be it too brief while i do find myself clenching my fists in a burning rage here in the middle of the rotting process which time causes both friends and foe are enjoying the schadenfreude it poses me downtrodden and beaten up to a pulp close to the grave within my bitter confines even strangers are less cruel same goes for the monkey who rammed me with his car but then again i am sure he enjoyed it to sadistically mar me with his car not giving sway but to pass me through absolutely i am used as a source of joy speaking relatively good nature has bought me nothing but a solitude quite nasty i would like to remind you that there is no realm of men as fate overtakes both the fool and the wise like all of them my anger fades as i face the winds upon the crags of my mind my hands unclench as i let my arms hang down by my sides i watch the tether of my thoughts unravel like fine feathers and dwindle upon a white haze of air as the azure sky i find

CuldeSac

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

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