Am I a handball
being tossed about?
Tossing about thus
in waves,
afraid of encountering
walls of mirage?
Am I the reckless
hand tossing
itself into the waves
hitting walls
of mirage
to shatter?
Am I your game
of tossing balls
and of waves and walls?
Whatever I am,
gather me safe at last
into your hands.
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Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
(Lewis Carroll)
"Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
(Dylan Thomas)
"When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries of life disappear and life stands explained." – Mark Twain
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It's whacky!
Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
(Lewis Carroll)
"Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
(Dylan Thomas)
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