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martin

pick and choose and prioritize

you have one hundred different kinds of days to live

about 30,000 chances to repeat them

where does your heart live

in the depths?

or in the stars?

 

he said:

 

"you gotta hit it hard in the guts, blood and thunder and all like"

 

life is fraught with peril

like a foreign film without subtitles

you choose how it ends

the subtleties

the inconsistencies

the balance of here and there

the cliche duality of life

good and evil

god and devil

now or never

 

he rolled 13 cigarettes

took one glass of whisky

stepped 3 times down the stairs

walked 3 miles down the street

and fell 6 million times in the dark

 

i was born like a tree

arms raised like branches

growing through my chest

leaves falling all around me

naked in the winter

clothed in the summer

roots go deep

no time to sleep

come here and flow up my xylem

lay in my phloem

my chlorophyl will fill you up

my sap is like wine

stay drunk all the time

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