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May 31st, 2013 § 0 comments

Poem #138 for Anonymous

 

What a curse

the ability to be so aware of all outcomes

to lie with head

splitting

open

pounding pain draining inspiration

then I turn around

once fucking again

a dream of and from the past

something so illogical

a ponderance so inconceivable

 

And again

 

and again

 

paths do not continue to cross in this short life

for no reason

but

adults do not live on the impulse

of a child

 

rules must be necessary

because

in our mind

all that could be conceived

of what life could be

has never broken out of the boundaries of

what is

and is not

possible

 

will these two adults walk away from life

as the Buddha did

to simply

try

to jump into another dimension

rather than live with guilt

live knowing that the finite time here

is only here

to be explored?

 

The one who jumps

will be the flint

 

patience achieves all goals

 

It’s ok to start over

 

 

af

 

 

(written on computer)

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