poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Drapeaux Humains
Tall. Proud. Pure. Remnants. Left behind by kin who long ago sailed away in long vessels with tall masts warlike spears. Abandoned. In house of stone and tin. A falling garrison last line of defence. All is lost. Of struggles long forgotten remains only the love of susurrous brooks and deep forests of misty mountains and little flowers. A wistful yearning for oceans and ships once used by ancient family And the pigment that stains face and flag in the colours of sun and cloudless skies. [4/27/99]
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