I burn and bless.
I conceal my loses
behind a facade of red.
–
In anger we convalesce,
the cost of maintaining
the ego is our freedom.
–
In the end the only vote
that counts is the one cast.
To choose or not to choose
makes one no less culpable.
–
I am stumped by
the black and blue striations
that swarm around
each and every heart.
–
Distortions and delusions of fame.
If not for greed is there really
anything left inside of us?
–
Stupid and sick,
we haven’t the slightest inclination
of what it means to stick
with the breath.
–
We are all locked within
our self-imposed dimensions.
We grab whatever we can
but return empty nonetheless.
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