a mood crushes out all hope
a mood as tenuous as hope
as unreliable as the word of a partner
and as deluded as the aspiration to higher being
oh fool that believes he can slip past all conflict
to find a clear path to the cosmos
not knowing the stresses of process
will tear him apart as it does all matter
to recreate all matter again
oh fool that doubts his partner and himself
no teacher can show that one on his way
here where the twain will being to separate
heavier than love at the heart of its loss
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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