this is how the gargoyles on Notre Dame

must feel...


cast in stone

overlooking the folly of generations


waiting...waiting...

for that sliver of flesh to taste


while the church itself is aligned with

a star rise of millennia ago


when the track was set for this historical run

to run out now...in this time...on this world...



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one never knows when an end will come


(unless some psychic one in fevered dream

sees the white horses approach

and grows calm


as clouds swirl apart

and Light cleaves the air)


one never knows when an end will come

and what start will thereon begin...



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am I happy? am I content?


I'll let you know

as soon as I find out for myself...



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oh the shit I entangled myself in

trying to accommodate others...


to love and care and be there

for fakers and ass shakers


with no agenda but grasping

and clinging to my energy


in insecurity and hunger...


our Oneness supposedly

some great Holy thing


some validation

of a lofty cosmic plan


but in this world

it's a heartache

not worth the pain and trouble



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the world has stopped spinning

our lives in disarray

each foundation loosed

and sent hurling into the other


we're all slammed together

bones to broken to sing

the cataclysm's come

and it is nothing more than this...




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it's wonderful not to have to deal any longer

with people who were so ungracious

as to not leave when their term with you is up


the earth despite its incessant bleeding

seems fresh and whole and new

(if only for the moment of appreciation)


and though the earth bleed on with its terrors

it's wonderful not to have to keep bandaging

the part of it they represented...



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you try to trample every heart

that you cannot control


but in your insecurity

it's attention for which you troll


how no one's busted you yet

is a mystery to me


but then I'm not the one who'll dirt myself

by destroying your falsity


I'll leave you to others who'll put up

with your insincerity


one of them will do the job

and all the others will have their serenity...



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