Poems and Poetry

So Sorry for the Regrets | A Poem by Scott Thomas Outlar

The sirens
in the street
scream
as they go
to pick up
the pieces
of broken flesh…

The sirens
in the sea
laugh
as they bring
the fools
to their illusion…

The sirens
matter not
to the Tao
as it pulses
past the flux
and flows on
to the next…

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