than another trial by karma
every whit paid has left me broke
and now I feel like I'm getting
a freebie a token for being
such a good customer
in this rag-and-bone convenience store
holding nothing I need...
Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
the last of this light fades to bluish gray
on this last of all days--
the late afternoon of pitiful victories
and explanations--
and all who do not hoe your line
will denounce you for your rescue--
all who envy your position
will relish your failure and crow--
what shame when another sees them fall
and yet none go back as far as you to vindicate
your promise or their pledge to you--
you did the heavy work
and they hog the light rest--
now on this last of all days
when you give up the goal--the ordeal--the remorse--
and what will happen will happen of course
with or without your sanction--
your part played will be its own event--its own happening--
its own thing in itself manifest in creation--
now as this last light darkens to violet--a scar on the skin
of the horizon--and then to star-flecked black--
and all regret dissolves in the weariness of release--
it is not your trouble any longer--
on this last of all days--it is not your bother
and you will consider the fragrant twilight--
the lone cry on the farthest hill--
that once was you language--your gauge--your belief--
not now--now--last of all--you disappear
into the Absolute and stare back at this life through everything....
Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.
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