Timothy Geiger

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Believe

What makes you think
you'll be anything else
when you're done with this body?

Does any other creature on earth ask this,
or tremble in fear from it,
or lie back, shoulder-bones to wet grass,

look up at the moonless sky and wonder
anything other
than the nearest source of heat?

The field-mouse and the gull
don't pin their hopes on salvation,
just the stray crumb and an overlooked seed.

The wild-flowers would bloom
year round if they could
they'd bloom themselves out of existence.

Why is it that what you're allowed
is never enough? Doesn't the song change
with every pitch and rhyme?

And why, after all this time listening,
are you still sitting there
when you've so much left to do?

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