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Dark Day's End
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Dark Day's End |
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Thisman Junior Member
since 2003-01-21
Posts 19 |
now I lay me down to sleep under wheeling stars seeking the solace of the weary the disconnect at day's end is blemished uneasiness clings like oily smoke or the pallor of illness another day has slipped by and I am no closer to my goals pardon me I can't remember what my goals are something seems to be missing wasn't I supposed to do something? succeed? prosper? my belly is full my bed is warm and dry is that enough? only a Zen lunatic would think so what then is the brass ring what then beckons me on I guess nothing beckons life isn't what you grasp it's what you avoid grasping so thought Thoreau the rugged individualist who somehow became the poster boy for collectivism he would scream I do not want to be Thoreau if he knew how they've pressed the brass ring into his dead hand where then is the secret written? where then is the master sage who reveals the beatific to the beat? some days are hanging on days some nights are the blank pages between |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
I liked those last two lines especially, and the mere mention of the elusive brass ring. Very nice~ |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
Whew...you sure can write and make me feel. I also liked the ending. Enjoyed, Pat  ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
wow, nights seem a bit different now.. or maybe just better described. Enjoyed this Always, Alyssa - And so it was that time stood still - |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I often think of the same things...this is a keeper, for sure! |
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