Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Transitions descending,
And not subtle at all.
These 'cosmic' transitions,
Are not kept on pause to stall.
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As it goes for the willow,
Stretching to bend as the wind begins...
To stop and end briefly,
The humidity and heat.
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Deep within the bowels of foreign wombs we search,
For something.
Anything...
That reveals a familiarity.
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Whatever is lived within one's box,
To define what keeps one's mind...
Tightly locked.
Is okay!
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People lie and they like it...
Just that way.
People lie out of habit,
Like a sport...
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The effects of a secret leaks.
And those trusted with it,
Claim to now feel threatened?
By what?
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Assimilation done,
Is easily accepted with effect...
When within one's reach.
And this kind of assimilation,
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Beat up and leave negativity,
Where it is.
Don't grieve over it.
Or assist to heal,
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Don't put a limit to any of your wishes and dreams.
Don't, Don't.
Or eliminate anything that your mind perceives.
Don't, don't.
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You need not know,
What it is I am thinking.
You need not know.
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