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Friday, 17 February 2012



Was it love or lust

The primeval thrust

These urges to blame

For into this world I came

‘Twas no fault of my own
This sperm and egg
Be it Kings or thieves
A child is conceived

This universe was my home
But I’ve done my penance
Served my earth-bound time
Released from this carcass
This ball and chain

When I ride on the beast
Of Infinity once again

Peter Wicks

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