Whist The Petty Bureaucrats
Canning retorts saves a good harvest
for little worms are best kept on hooks
even when fishing bring your own fish along.
I am still leaving in my dead shell
slowly crawling as turtle with little dream-stretches for sight
but nowhere nowhere do I see the sea rise
taking me back home.
I need to die and be born again
memory wiped clean of all pain.
There is no need to see the end to know is coming
no need for tomorrow's to cry.
I am crying right now.
Life is my desire poetry is my passion
weight me down with verses of enlightenment
fill my grave full of knowledge
give me something worth taking
to the after life.
Don't give me flawed laws and lazy acquisitions
give me the struggles I know break my bones
take the new days as you taken the old
as the ones that shape your soul saying,
'As if there was ever a need to go on'7.
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