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everything he saw became a symbol
of his own existence
from a rabbit caught in headlights
to raindrops racing down a window-pane
perhaps it was a sign that he was
going to be poet or a philosopher
the kind of person who, when he stood on the sea-shore
didn’t see waves breaking on a beach
but saw the surge of human will
or the rhythms of copulation
who didn’t hear the sound of the tide
but heard the eroding roar of time
and the last mourning sigh of humanity
fizzing into nothingness.
but perhaps it was a sign, he also thought
that he was turning into a pretentious wanker


"the liar" by stephen fry