I thought I knew eternity,
but speciously, I’d erstwhile seen
a continuation, deliverance
from fleshy mistakes,
from angst misplaced.

I don’t know, anymore,
if what I see belongs on earth.
Do visions shared divide
intent, does ridicule knit
its mitt upon our lips?

Perhaps the peace of steadied beat
blinds eyes to spiritual seat, questions,
there are always questions in our minds.

Upon our means of laded bliss, luckiness
entwines our fates, not giving thanks,
but showing us what to expect.

I have a friend who luck abhors
in realities chores, yet her luck
in ‘finding’ is unequaled.
Finding this and finding that,
aren’t we Time’s bitter brats? I see
hypocrisy abound. I’ve found
honesty brings sanctity, and comfort,
but that’s not what we need.

We need to know
if being alive
is worth
being alive.

Erin Moen
10/24/03
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