A life lived a thousand times is no life at all:
Like an intelligent word repeated is pretentious;
Like a dress worn again is out of fashion;
Like a mistake made twice is a downfall;
Like a poem re-written is plagiarized;
Like a saying overtly chanted is a slogan;
Like a thing borrowed too long is stolen;
A life is to be lived once, for fear of being shallow –
And yet all the shallow things that live life!
Lights shine across the city beneath me,
And move through the labyrinth streets;
Leading nowhere and going nowhere.
Only wanting darkness to shine,
And only needing a spark to shine;
All things illuminated in time.
And all things black in time again.
Yet the sun still shines and
The city still pulses, and lights still
Move through the city beneath me;
And children still play in the tower above me.
Yet death still calls to the heart within me –
While life still enthralls the soul that is me.
A child is a
Copse in its earliest
Incarnation:
Before there is hair
And nails, and pimples,
And love, and war,
And books, and music,
And flowers, and death -
There is a human
Being,
Waiting to be legitimatized…
You have made me bankrupt;
Because:
My pants keep falling down,
When you come around,
That I’ve lost so many pairs of pants,
And bought so many more,
That if (when) we ever meet again,
I’ll be legitimately poor.
Cold fire burning
Spectacular show tonight
What happened to us?
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