Saturday, August 8, 2015

The Body, In Its Wisdom

The body, in its wisdom, longs to die;
With clots, with diabetes, breaks the flow
Of all the pointless patterns.

But ego,
That blinded parasite in love with lies,
Hangs on for one more day, to paralyze,
To drag out with its mindless, heartless NO
The circling-vulture blankness of the snow,
The tumbling ashes from a burnt-out sky.

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