Excerpt from „Soles Occidere Et Redire Possunt”

Excerpt from „Soles Occidere Et Redire Possunt”Oh, how remote he walked along the street,
Jostling with other lumps of human meat! He was so tired. The café doors invite.
Caverned within them, still lingers the night
In shadowy coolness, soothing the seared sight.
He sat there smoking, soulless and wholly crass,
Sunk to the eyes in the warm sodden morass
Of his own guts, wearily, wearily
Ruminating visions of mortality –

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