In Harps and Violins

Where I would like to be

when I pass along my legacy,

without the notion of morbid

reality

I would wish to be in a lift

an elevation of state of mind

you see

We are part of this world

of constant scrutiny

far more lethal it seems

in the internal quest toward

sanity,

than it might be found to be true

in the external nature

of discovery.

I am a soul, entity, enigma, stereotype, passion

I live with agony, desire, pleasure, happiness

I wander within the confines of my mind,

and yet,

how often do I allow myself to recognize

that all of you,

each and every soul that wanders the earth,

we all no matter our being,

in the human condition,

we are all standing together

nearby one another,

not so distant as we sometimes hope we might be.

We are here,

now –

couldn’t you all agree?

Perhaps not today said the wise man without eyes,

though he might cry in the corner

while we are all

away …

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