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May 2013
Tis sad
To know or not the whys

What difference does it make
Looking back at all the unnecessities

To see and feel so clearly

And just cry

For a true moment awake

You believe so much it all matters
You can change the future with all your nows
Incrementally believing into every one

Whatever such is but a heart hard matter
One where yes you do battle

You do it right on
You do it in the face of obstinate ruses

Of any and every justification
of the little hells we normalize
and try to stay straight with our cultish

Philosophies
Cultural comforts
Reverenant misguidances

Why call this life
When, when clearly

One can see our daily deathly ploys

How fun twas musical chairs
Little children run in dancing circles
Till each is beset with the planned failures

For one and one only*

Shall be on top

While the other
Shall be


The bottom

Tis not so much the Wild Kingdom
*
Tis the Wilds of Civilized Being
Musical Chairs Memorialized Really!!!
Isn't the Music itself Sacred enough!!!
To me it is or can we know one another,
on the surface of consciousness...

What can you say about each and every child,
then Really!!!
Yourself and all they selves...

*I'll add this as a note to;
the preferences of our consciousnesses...
Sa Sa Ra
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Sa Sa Ra
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     Weeping willow, Zoe, ---, Julia and Timothy
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