A subject of passing whims

The burden of man is not the field,
the sweat of his brow, womankind.
What weighs him most—what curls
his bones, leaves his heart unfurled—
is the contemplation of time. It
doesn’t exist and it ruins him.
How serious when you have much time,
how absurd when you have little!

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~ by Jeremy on June 15, 2013.

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