HALLMARK
A baby's born. From his first breath
he merely is postponing death
so that he might, before the end,
discover he can't comprehend
the world he's born to, or the pain
of being trapped inside his brain
alongside other people who,
like him, don't seem to have a clue,
and even when the boy grows old,
and after, when his corpse is cold,
he'll never know his life was just
a trick performed by wind and dust.
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