anything we've known it to be--
no plan holds--no effort succeeds--
unless it be adherence to the cold dark clay of earth--
to be among those to pull the shoots out of the ground
as if they could enforce growth--
to be with those who wreck all green and growing things
to entomb such things in the crypts of their ambition
and think they've done a wonderous thing--
there are those among us who know better
but we've always been dismissible--what the world does not understand
it will ever seek to destroy--it has always been this way--
on this earth it will never change--
and each and every one of us in the earth will choose our way to die--
born into generalities and dying out in our own particulars
we who in our uncleanliness strive toward the One may one day be clean
and strong enough to pray for those plunging headlong into perdition
as ever the choice is ours--choose wisely then--then dare to leave
the rest to the One
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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