167.
The slug king
Is calling a meeting
Of clouds, had me expelled.
168.
And has me surrounded now,
Sulking despite my capture;
I had poured water into the rain.
169.
We have such inherent systems,
Such terms in time and space;
All witness to a great wastage.
170.
Do not suffer the illusion
That within a mirror
There lies one’s own reflection.
171.
Whose dream do I reside in?
I could not fathom or intuit
Its fallacies, false logics.
172.
I have seen whole people with
No self value,
Who valued anything else
173.
With less worth,
To no profit at all,
But the end of an existence.
