Saturday, January 7, 2012
The Eremite Addresses the Self Conceived as a Dripping-Wet Hostage
If you're trying you're failing.
You're not here if you've got here
Clutched in your fist. Or
You're not here, period. Or
You're here but not you. Or
If you're not failing, you're not
Trying. Prisoner tied
To the bowsprit of life's
Imperial, colonial armada, you
Would love to surrender, you
Peruse pithy sayings of mystics,
Monks and philosophers of surrender
But find yourself still borne forward
Into the salt foam and headwinds.
Here has got you. How trying.
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7 Jan 12
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