There is a humbling reality
while we try to understand
how our own brevity
can impact our command
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Last night I dropped acid
on textbooks in minutia
my anger erupted an acrid
forced freedom in Ischia
~
We can so easily fall away
the choices will fuel martyrdom
I remember that one day,
I felt the earth in my kingdom.
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but it slipped away as any
ego driven desire will go
I’d forgotten my way many
days before I’d begun to know.
~
Perhaps I’ll settle in the knowledge
We can bring them in off the ledge.
Been thinking a lot about my brevity lately. Nice poem, read it twice.
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lol, thanks man 😀
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