THEY HAVE TAKEN MERIT
The dark encloses the light, and the
new day opens the night. Everything
rotates around itself, like a globe in a
constant motion. Our live is a civil
container, filled with maxims, intentions,
ideas. End to end, the mind opens businesses
and fails. Others begin and start anew. And
I am the aging steward watching things to
see that no one steals. My gate-key is a
Heaven-latch. I hold it but control it not.
It fits wherever it chooses, or may not
fit at all. Such a conscious deliberation,
so many hundreds of things to be.
Desperation is a slingshot running
back, and all the wishes and intentions
ever sent, they have taken merit
to return again.
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