some will fall into permanent reverie
draining the immortality of the notion of forever
into their neurotic tactile compulsions
while others will heave a relieved groan of joy
as if lifted in time from under the descending slab
on another's alter of sacrifice--
all we've known slides away from us
to find who we actually are under that completed guise--
to see in the dirt and dust all it was and will be--
and some will haul themselves up that cord
to their level--their fullness--their measure--
and some will lift and scatter on a breeze
to their embrace--their diffusion--their measure..
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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