whatever world
i thought i had
has fallen
from my feeble hands
its past persists
in all my presence
to further frame
the future’s advent
what freedom
yet may find the dawn
when comes the eve
this fool has gone
I Prefer Not To.
I Prefer Not To.
whatever world
i thought i had
has fallen
from my feeble hands
its past persists
in all my presence
to further frame
the future’s advent
what freedom
yet may find the dawn
when comes the eve
this fool has gone
Max, or Not 
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Brilliant poem from Max Meunier.
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Very nice.
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