I have endured a gauntlet tossed carelessly lifetimes ago
to land here and now in this time and place--
and now it has been despatched will all the will
of a sleepy child drowsing upon awakening
as the last images of dream dissipate--
it has been lifted and thrown back--I disaffiliate--
I hold no truck with the insanity of humanity--
I've played the fool enough for my taste--
let karma have more devastating tricks played on me--
I'm broke and if the heavens wish to afflict me further
let them rifle my pockets for lint--
like many before me I regret waking up and figuring
some matters out so late in a lifetime--
lesson learned as time runs out to repent--
but there's more than this sojourn--
more than this skin--
exactly what remains to be--and when I get there
I may not recognize it--but all the foolishness that is a little
too much the content of my history--
it means nothing now--
this--right here right now--is the deal--
so deal--
Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito
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