I won't be unhappy

to leave this life...


whatever the actuality

of my being


whatever graces save

or sins need expiation


anything's better this sojourn

an empty promise of deliverance


is still a promise

and a delusion...then so what?


life itself is a cold vicious fraud

and all we do is serve our own pride


when we open our pitiful mouths

to speak against it as if we'd figured something out...


life's short enough...

let these windbags deceive others...all we do piles up


on our shoulders...and if there's any promise

that is not some fine fakery it is the one


we make to ourselves to be stronger wiser and braver

to carry it when next we walk the earth...




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