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by Keegan
Rated: E | Poetry | Philosophy | #1602306
As my ninetieth poem, I decided to write a little thing about 9. :))
Foiled letters go forth
from whence they came.
Whether they go north
or a direction the same,
isn't of concern.
Perhaps it's the burn
of the electronic fog of my mind,
that just kept repeating:
number nine, number nine, number nine.

Did you understand man?
I said that you should decide
who to fight with for land,
but choose wisely your side,
for when the enemy comes thither,
you will cower and shiver.
But the progress of time
was always ticking:
number nine, number nine, number nine.

Softly the tax collector thought
about the last kiss he gave his wife.
It was her that he bought
at a brothel in great strife.
Did he do it out of love?
Or a mandate from God above?
Either way, he'll just stand in line,
and hear the intercom quote:
number nine, number nine, number nine.

Odysseus did listen to the Muses.
What did the boatman pay to thee,
to get the best of your uses?
Was it something you let free?
A principle of uncertainty
confounded the Prince Populi.
But all heard inside his mind,
circling, was the mad repetition:
number nine, number nine, number nine.

Living in an epic romance
is beautiful, but not so great
as to cause one to rejoice and dance
with their love and then mate.
Like the slave mandingo,
or the drummer Ringo,
all men are created equal.
So, to degrade another is unequal.
Who are we to judge one a swine?
And in the end, the only sound that remains is:
number nine, number nine, number nine.

If we land on another
star system, then we
become immortal to all others,
but does that make us free?
The stars are not good or bad,
there is beauty to be found in what is sad.
Is there enough entropy to sustain
the Cosmos until no hydrogen will remain?
Alas! The only thing not touched by time
is what has been said with much madness:
number nine, number nine, number nine.
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