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Sore Winner or Sorbet de Sade

It’s what I can’t imagine

That keeps my eyes peeled

Glued to seat

Everyone in denial

And maybe that’s the worst part

 

Pretending.

We bury the dead

Celebrate creation

Is there somewhere else

Beyond these concerns?

 

Trust is a funny concept

We trust we will wake up tomorrow

And the sun rise

We trust in god

How ridiculous

 

She hates me because

She loves me

Her extraordinary brilliance

We might have found genius together

Separated, we’re simply hopeful remnants

 

Ok, here’s a joke

Adam: “What are you eating?”

Eve: “Snake gave it to me”

Adam: “The snake?”

Eve: (palms open reaching out) “We didn’t **** I swear”

 

Acceptance beyond understanding

Beyond morality

Because there is no other choice

It’s what I can’t imagine

That arrests me

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Written by
michael-reid-rubenstein
American
Published
Apr 23, 2013
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