what once was stimulation now has
become the dulling of my mind's blade
I cannot cut the tangle of my perception
I cannot visualize a stunning triumph
I'm lucky to just be alive
to make it to the end of my path
where on my knees I beseech the Void
mercy and release
deliverance as the old time Israelites
would put it
patience through a generation and a half
of intimate knowledge of the sand
and the dry bones singing
through the human desert...
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