Look on in ways with which to please
a newer life holds sour keys
A birth, a life, a sudden death
and only thought holds us above the rest
Teardrops and fingernails
suspended on my doorstep,
And out of my mind
leapt a leather-bound conformist
A mirror in my thoughts
left me gazing at myself
gagged and tied
I was in dull health
Where did I go?
Through that cellar door
only the egos ask for one more
I grasped onto time
and he threw me a dime
"Go get a job" he giggled and turned,
the meaning of cost is to flee and yearn
The delicacy of life
is like a portrait of fears
Did you have a good life
when you died to the feeders?
Stow deeper
into the road that follows
Seek to find
and learn to know
This experience is of the reaching
If you close the book
Then I might stop preaching
It’s like sublime warfare…
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