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Clouds 2, own work. Depicts an interspersed, puffy cloud cover over a few trees, with an upwards perspective.

Partly Poetry
Foreword
  Partly Poetry is less a repository of poetry and moreso a dumping ground for poetic-sounding things. Because, admittedly, I am terrible at poetry. The slogans of the philosopher, if you will, full of prose yet not much substance on their own. So, onwards we go.

  We look upon the earth and weep, for it is a tragedy.

  How fast does my mind have to run before it can run out of my mind?

  There's no more forest left to hide in.

  I don't have the time. Everything is so full, yet I feel so empty.

  We're nearing the end of the show, you know! Drama, bloodshed, tears, climax, explosions, death around every corner, civil war, revolution, finale! Isn't it *fucking terrible*?!