Note to Self (and Grace)
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the simplest bottom line that tops off,
a writ that begins and ends
with its title of
perfect clarity.
in my brief unremarkable existential passage
the enemy within needs our greatest concentration,
the floods, the pretty ravages, that come unannounced,
from outside creeping in
time-slow and life-sudden,
can't do much about
but the friendly enemies residing in the places hiding
where we have'em close kept, so handy for an instant
royal summons,
thems the apples poisoned we got to worry about,
the ones we grew from a tree planted from seeds in a package that came with a friendly note from the
Surgeon General saying,
**"burn the contents of this container,
you'll never finish paying if you let them get planted,"**
and yes,
it is 1:54am wide awake and still dying slow
a bit daily,
laughing that I entered myself in a race crazy,
where I am a
a guaranteed loser
so we end where we were born,
let it go.
survive, the (dis)order of the day
and it is
2:10am on just another Thursday,
that will end in the accord
of its own discord
<£>
2:14am
"just one phone call from our knees."
Matt Kearney
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 2:23 AM UTC
Note to Self (and Grace)
________________
the simplest bottom line that tops off,
a writ that begins and ends
with its title of
perfect clarity.
in my brief unremarkable existential passage
the enemy within needs our greatest concentration,
the floods, the pretty ravages, that come unannounced,
from outside creeping in
time-slow and life-sudden,
can't do much about
but the friendly enemies residing in the places hiding
where we have'em close kept, so handy for an instant
royal summons,
thems the apples poisoned we got to worry about,
the ones we grew from a tree planted from seeds in a package that came with a friendly note from the
Surgeon General saying,
**"burn the contents of this container,
you'll never finish paying if you let them get planted,"**
and yes,
it is 1:54am wide awake and still dying slow
a bit daily,
laughing that I entered myself in a race crazy,
where I am a
a guaranteed loser
so we end where we were born,
let it go.
survive, the (dis)order of the day
and it is
2:10am on just another Thursday,
that will end in the accord
of its own discord
<£>
2:14am
"just one phone call from our knees."
Matt Kearney
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