The court of life is now adjourned.

clowns under the roof of midnight
fools on parade
marching with no audience down a dark street
no music    no applause
a pantomime for no one
clowns     foolish and unwanted
unexpected     not needed
fools on parade
so it happens that many times in the course of a life
that the best efforts are just wasted
the gavel slams down
the court of life is now adjourned

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when the mountains told me their names, it was not the names that you and i know, the names on the maps. the names on the maps are all wrong, the mountains themselves say so. and i know that i should have written down the names that the mountains told me, after all, i am an old man, and my memory is not so good. oh well.

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i am hiding from the world
seasons pass    then years
then decades
my hiding place is a strong one
far from view
when death comes looking for me
it will have to search hard
behind the trees
behind the clouds

                                                                    james lee jobe

LINK: This Beautiful Planet, a poem by Dorothea Lasky

Here where I live,

lakes on the left, rivers on the right,

you leave islands, follow shores back

 

to mountains out front, ridges behind.

Looming east and toppling aside west,

 

they harbor ebb and flow of breath,

arch across and snake beyond, devious

 

churning and roiling into distances,

clifftop ridgelines hewn flat and true.

Hsieh Ling-yün, 385-433 CE 

Little Willie John - I'm Shakin' 

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