getting even with madness
shadows crawling, sins go on repeating
as you scantily prop your back,
fighting cross-generational
demons.
years without Transcendence
or pure self destruction,
cut out from the fast and easy
perishing---
do you find yourself now
so needlessly harsh,
morbidly crass;
so stubbornly brash?
would opening your skull,
and peeking in to
snap these tense cords
bring you final release?
mute screams, muffled
between inner ears
reverberate and
seep---
until we are nothing
but knots over knots:
finding ourselves
in a messy string.
But hey now---
hey now, hey now:
If we are so Lucky
as to
Carry On Living...
Remember,
Grit your teeth!
trace the harder
route to Release---
Follow the timeless Patrons
of Form and Patience,
And all the while,
.
.
.
Rage.
Plan with fervor;
Desist; Trample if you must---
but Do---
not try but do,
Toss
until chaos
becomes Peace.
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