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A Cur's Course

There is this burden that I carry

that is lighter than it seems

innate desire has me journeying

for its genesis, in dreams

 

One sombre eve I was visited

by wise acclaim'ed man

his shabby dress and bearded face

concealing weathered tan

 

He saw my look and came to me

to share what I did not know

and spoke of folly and gave of this

to imbibe in Dasein's flow

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Receding ties

I left them quite some time ago

To chase my leaf in the river's flow.

They stayed behind with what they knew

Bowing and swaying, as winds thrashed and blew.

 

Feeling safe, they would not travel far

Content their lot was whom they are.

But what they built, dreams forced askew

Soon clouds condensed, and pressures grew.

 

The tempest roared but then passed with haste,

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Drunking

Dispensed

I am set out

Coalesced of moving parts

Both torrent and trickle will serve

 

Contained

I am caught up

Cicadian chirrups are deafening

From inside and without, the promise is unbearable

 

Consumed

I am taken within

Decent manoeuvres belying ambrosia

Resolved by the passing, I have enjoyed myself.

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Faithful companion

Eminent forces

give rise to this world

graceful swaying and warm pulsating

a parapet to access the sublime

 

Springs flow

enamoured with their own concerns 

courses assembled in inertia 

consumed of only what has been

 

As I rest

all else continues as it always was

disguised as a darkness we cannot see beyond

this native impression is all I have to give

 

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Handle with care

This love, with its little grace

Is gifted to each chosen place

 

Glad to receive, most pass it on

They breath, they breed, and bloom anon.

 

Just vestiges remain, of should and must

Its litter stewn, now caked in dust.

 

All is spoiled, with such little care

Despite the bless of mercy there 

 

My passions lichened, as attuned with stone

This form left wither...

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