Monday, June 24, 2013

4493. THE WHITE CLOUD OF YOUR RESPONSIBILITY

THE WHITE CLOUD OF
YOUR RESPONSIBILITY
Like crimson yellow, or alizarin blue,

certain things just don't exist : where
this is so, other things do. It's just like
that, that's all. Something akin to a
translation  -  so many dead ends, so
very much malfeasance and skirmish.
When one face blushes, another
face must turn an ashen gray.
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I know right where I am standing. Ten
years of stories had gathered for my
collecting  -  and yet I am betrayed again
by someone looking downward at my field
of squash and squalor. I feel ashamed anew. 
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Yet, this Thor-hammer hand that I still wield
shall not change its way. I will slumber nor bend.
Let the dead bury the dead.

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