A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth.
The Blogger/Slant Rhyme
He began to call down the names of angels
As though he was Solomon, ringed and robed
And there was something in his terse, gainful
Annotations and invocations, probing
Like an urchin scarping scraps for his flask
That made me want to stop and ponder our
Collective, ephemeral end, the big bang
After the big bang, after this long strife
Like a bullet to the chest, that pang
Of doubt, there is an end but no end to this life.
After that long second, I decided
That he was just mean, so I closed the window.
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