UNSURE
I am unsure of everything else, but know I
have shouldered my own pure weight - like
gold in a medal: obvious, but not of true value.
I can stand tall; all those generals and killers
and soldiers and statesman have nothing on
me. This life, this life is but a line of moment,
a lemon to take for the drippings. My list,
which I am still reading, comes form far
away; many of its objects are not Earth
things, and so many I can still not find.
Purloined and taken from me, all else.
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I do not mind the moment or the matter.
Like fat Burgermeisters eating their
beefsteaks at a bar, things swell and
rise with laughter, and then subside.
I value only that which has no value.
Everything else, it will surely seem,
so quickly fade and pass away.
Yes, I am still unsure.
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