Monday, April 9, 2012

3561. SEMBLANCES

SEMBLANCES
These are but semblances of things, nothing
real at all. We make them ourselves  -  all these
images and attitudes and ideas by which we live.
No fixed station moors our minds or hearts,
and they can move at will. Take heed.
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The pastry-man, delivering his goods, and
that banker with his briefcase, computer and
gloves : they manage to salvage what they
can of their time and their day, making new
carcasses out of their old works, re-forming
a world they'd first, initially, formed.
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Template. Matrix, Mark and gloom.
Their is no rigid paraphernalia for the
times we each must live. Go on, forward,
with the head held high. All is yours, and ever.
Take heed.

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