my pleasures have brought me to my knees

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 please

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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