Saturday, July 22, 2017

Walkable Valentine

Conscience don’t be too shrill
With me if I drink my fill
Of the world of my will
My guilt is pre-existing
A work-in-progress
Each life packing for the next
Dragging along unnecessary things
As if it was your first naïve voyage
Or war undertaken or avoided
When actually it’s a razor’s
Edge you stare down
On one side civilization
Then a narrow stretch of sand
Still walkable
Then the roaring ocean

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