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14 february 2014

A Humble Offering

As the world passes slowly on by
Trapped in the red tape
Of a telltale disguise
Abiding the rapture
To hang to the moment
That life comes undone
Unscripted and free
 
So basically
The light has left the tunnel
Shadows have come to claim their home
In the halls of philosophical greatness
Hopefully with no hope to share
For the worst thing to give a man too scared to eat
Is knowledge that there’s no poison there
 
Then life turns inside out
Relentless like the pouring rain
And sunshine will beam down
But I’ll look again for the rain
Until I have an excuse to huddle up
Underneath a cold shadow box
Gray and shared with the bugs and the worms
Convinced that my shit is glittering gold
But oh no I will never save my soul
From the rampant rummaging of the deep dark hole
Because if another is to be reluctant to go
I shall tell him
 
Child
Friend
Lover
Fellow Human
Sentient Being
Sentience
You have nothing to fear
Greater than the soul-deadening knowledge
That you cowered away
And set yourself a trap
Too comfortable for you and the others involved
To move yourself out from
 
To wiggle without causing so much pain
That it will not be worth the love of God
And more importantly and perhaps the same
The love of yourself




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