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05Jan12

here am I
at the end of things
discontent

in my life I made it
a priority to answer
as many questions as
I could

as long as I had the pursuit
I never had to stop to consider

the pursuer,
who sought security
in the form of certainty

the strategist
who determined the best course
was none at all

and the paralytic,
who resigned himself to rigor
far before life had set in

oh that I had a thousand voices
to hold my tongue a thousand times
my heart that beats still now
convulses
until conviction has  run its course

and left a husk.
surely this is some great sin
to carve out meaning
with the detached, practiced
skill of a surgeon.

As if sterilizing fervor
could ever pacify humanity

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