THE GRAND MAGNIFICATION
(the foundations of Alex)
My heart has grown so big it bleeds now down my
shirt - watching all the others falter and pass, reading
the words of their logistics, understanding their ways
and means. I see the lame attempt to walk, their trails
are left in freshly fallen snow. In the etchings of a
notebook, I also see a man, bent and broken harsh,
trying to be what he cannot be. An endless-lie,
a vast contusion on reality's face. Vanity wears,
on its sleeve, a tattoo of lies and subversion.
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You can only walk away and leave the leavings behind.
There are those who believe anything, and those you
must find. The grand magnification that is this life
allows, for all things, a fruition, a growth, and a death.
We can do nothing other that travel along that current.
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And so somehow I've been beaten and bettered by
hucksters and cheats, liars and fakes. Alien marks
on old native pages, the smiling hand of some local
boy lies, illicit accreditations and men who surmise.
The swarm knows it best : the one who does
least is the one who most tries.
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