DANCING FOR MONEY
Like light absconding with darkness
and running far off, the entire picture
here seems doomed. The lily-white
entrance on platform heels; everything
changes once the klieg lights come on.
We grapple with reason, we wrestle with
doubt - and all those other forces, just
as much, keep us company :
love, lust, and elation.
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I am entering; an old man wise in ways
yet dumb in others - as an ox, stupid
as a mule, stubborn as an ass and as
forthright as a beast of burden - would be.
Tainted. Laden. Hung up without drying.
Tainted. Laden. Hung up without drying.
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All this import is important and just.
I merely sit back to listen as all things
the others expose. Mouth their tales,
talk their stories, speak of other things,
dangle this Earth for money and the tell.
I need do nothing at all. (We are not a thing
without both chance and circumstance,
chance and circumstance together).
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