Apropos

You will go back to your nook now
You will squat on the floor
At the darkest corner;
Your perspiring palms covering your ears
Your head shaking violently
Your soft lips humming
A long forgotten song.

All your effort will die in vain
For inside your head
Will reverberate
The song of bloodlust
The dirge of compassion
That you heard
From time immemorial
For innumerable times
Like a hymn
Unforgiving, cold, restless.

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