Spiritual, political, emotional and flippant poetry.
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How can we leap into the abyss and learn to cherish
The herenow and the hereafter to come?
How can we ask for that mountain to simply up and move
Without faith the size of at least a crumb?
And yet when I awake, I've no desire or burning need
To check and ensure the state of the floor
Prior to stretching, yawning and jumping out of safe haven.
Blind eyed and weary, my fate I ignore.
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