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Friday, May 17, 2024


 

this life
what can
we change
what's right
what might
we rearrange
it seems
we're out
of sync
dependence
on some
disappearing ink
what do
you think
how could
this life
be better
how would
day into night
be
to the sentient letter
if we
reconsider how
this world turns
might we
see things
in some
other light
if only words
could be
respite
why not
invite
better thought
we could
excite
our lives
with better
than what
we already got
cut out
my tongue
pluck out
my eyes
perhaps then
this world
would spin
in some
balanced
dynamic way
what do
you think
what might
you say
what if
we didn't speak
what if
we couldn't see
maybe this world
would
watch us
simply disappear
turn to
dust
get old
forget trust
all those
things
we're told
regret
into rust
so cut out
my bleeding heart
excise some other
wicked part
rewrite life
where nothing
ever mattered
when living
leaves us
completely shattered
scattering
bits and pieces
of heart
of soul
taking us
to a place
where nothing
is flattery
so much
mad hattery
wanting
seeking wisdom
love and light
look at
your left hand
look at
your right hand
which hand
is making
good
and right
which hand
is shaking
lost and losing
scarred by hatred
resisting
marred by
unforgiving fight
this life
surrounded
by civil darkness
our devil hearts
shrouded
in confusion
our disheveled thoughts
sound wisdom
or proud delusion
maybe
if I
cut out
my trickster
mind
revision
rethink still
will this
world
something sacred
realize water
beginnings into endings
imagine regeneration
mother into father
seeing clearly
chicken or an egg
synchromesh energy
clean air
pledge synchronicity
confess to breathe
blessed to drink
pure water
what other
magic madness
could we
ever imagine
every human
consuming majesty
even life
some comedy
blessed
to even
truly think
some stage
where there is
only goodness
where there isn't
utter sadness
this life
gladly some
imaginary
confession
even some
satirical
concession
what is
moral and good
what is
immoral and bad
introspection
something dreamed
something happy
something sad
why
should we
moan
when
we could
sing
why
must we
fail
when
we should
eventfully
progress bliss
reverentially entail
balance and harmony
happiness forever
providentially
sweet life
would prevail

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