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Must we always have some one
or something
to blame for our troubles?

I woke one day and the sky
had changed. My socks were not where
I had always kept my socks.
What I believed in was no longer believable.
The colors themselves
unrecognizable

My body carried on
despite a mind's disapproval,
disbelief
discontent
discontinuation of what
was what
For this is not
as it had been planned.
The "I" has been humbled.

And all there is now
is laughter.
Laughter
or sadness
Creation
or one more blank page.

This is that day
I have tasted the depths of nothingness
Like some black bark
From a tree
which does not exist

Where there are no trees

I shook my body
Day after day after day
A little something
to navigate the gray


And still

I am hesitant to rise again
As the remembrance
Of winters remain

For once in my life

I am my own man
Powerful
Naked and afraid

Just like the old men whose hands I hold

And still

I wrap my ***** as if
It is all I have ever known
And I walk

To the pond and sing

For this love
Knows nothing
Quite so true
As your arms
eyes by which we see
like patterns on the bark
where branches once broke free
What is “work”?
I’ve watched the flames flicker

for a winter now

The ash bucket is full
It’s all a dream
Heartache and everything
Still I sing
I think I oughtta write a poem today

But something tells me to be quiet

So, I’m left with this

        


            Are you listening?
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