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Living the whatever unwritten way

I can beat death to the punch if

and whenI choose to

or carry on  plodding

wearing out the earths skin

until she imprisons me forever in the total darkness

of a subterraneous clay cell

 

Sometimes I think apologetically

that I have abused her supportive time

acting like the King of ingratitude

pretending to feel as though

I've always really known myself

the real me that I wake up as

to mock at every given chance

 

During the clocks subtractions

I peck in a bedraggled Raven way

along the questionable byways of continuance

pinpointing nothing but meagre importances

and brain stains that have leaked without warning

while sadly laughing that I am nothing more

than the ugliness of stupidity in flesh

 

this realisation however brings me no embarrassment

even in the company of those

who do not suffer fools lightly

and even if it costs me a place

on heavens acceptance list

 

in the meantime

if death should come looking for me

I'll be cowering in a dream found room

of times abstinence 

yearning yearning to be adopted

by immortality

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◄ Now I'm not a believer-again!

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TOM MERTON

Wed 18th Dec 2024 14:49

Many many thanks guys

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