Instrument Of Measure Poem by GRANT FRASER

I do not reinvent
the idea,

especially one's
that purport to the
existence of a God,

we are here,

the fly and the elephant,

for richer
or worse,

find your soul
in a moment of poverty,

choose or don't,

because everything
you love
eventually
kills you,

beware of lost prophets,

the size of the hole
in your gate,

practice mind relief
without any payment,

we are in the process,
always,

unfinished,

truth requires
dirt and more dirt,

and more polish
with dirt in it,

how can you separate
the two,

everything belongs
and has to go wrong...

misunderstanding
will even keep
you probing,

in the great big
light and dark,

of humanness...