Innocence has to stumble on a trapdoor.
Tears will trample on your temperance.
They will rain like rocks in belligerence.
By the end of your life, there'll be a lakeshore.
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We can all learn a lot from the motionless
setting sun beneath waving palm trees
It looks like a spent peacock feather
shaken free, cast disparagingly aside.
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I am sandwiched between
yesterday and tomorrow
asking myself all the time
what should be the filling today,
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Empty blue skies offer nothing
They're brochures of reflection
Days discarded on lethargic dreaming.
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We're rooted in routine
Like a candle burning out of flame
Wearing clothes we once wore with love
Now worn out, decrepit
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My soul has been unravelled like razor barbwire
And against my will, it's been stretched out wide
Mountain high and valley low,
My soul has been crushed in radioactive mud and air.
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Love will blister
Like those leaves full of grubs
The more you love
The more grubs will feed
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I can't hold down any more fires
I want to explore how you'll burn,
Burn under examination
Of course, there'll be sparks
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White raven,
How did you come by your plumage?
Did you do some charitable acts of kindness?
Did you do a thoughtless good deed?
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I want to gather you up in my arms like meadowsweet
Smell the earth in my hands like an unfired pot
Feel and taste the brackish waters that surround your feet
Have you leaned against me like a willowy clothes prop?
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