ANOTHER DAMNED
LIFETIME LOOMING
I haven't had enough time for a semblance of
blue lips. These aren't oases in front of my
eyes, they're just illusions. Now that that's
out of the way - see that glimmer over there,
it's just another damned lifetime looming, and
already my brain's gotten ahead of my self.
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Although it's sometimes freezing cold, right here
where I stand, they're frigid moments only in passing.
Some have words, and some bow down. Some,
in chainmail armor, are still fighting their battles
of the past. I think I will take to the open sea,
and simply sail away deliciously.
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One time, I stood out looking at the churning river
before me : heavy coastline, dense with rocks. Some
hikers, up above, were yelling to one another, nothing
I could make out, but a message nonetheless. That was
when I began yearning for my own Appalachian Trail :
Some weird wizardry of woods and forest, deep within,
and another damned lifetime looming.
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