what is left after the useless raging

but remorse for one's mistakes and and ignorance?

what is left but acceptance

of the limits of human vanity?


you can't talk to anyone

we all pick our forward

each of us sure of our paths

but to each of us our own aftermaths


listen to no one

not even me not even teachers not even scripture

each of us trods our own Valley of Thorns

and each of us finds our way through or fails


there is no grief or mercy after our falls

only the silence that to our reckoning calls...







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