Wednesday, December 11, 2013

2.952 : 12/11/07 : Bitter Material

The bitter material plane
tears me down
Pardon for my sighing
pardon for my frown
Maybe I’m just
trying to justify sliding
the insane expectation
of change I’ve been riding
I should be above
your mortal coil
knowing my air:
knowing my soil
I should be above
falling for trifles
the eternal footman
and the snickers he stifles
but the situation
doesn’t stop with dismay
I’ve got my night
I’ve got my day
toiling to cultivate
the bitter material
pardon for the cliffhanger:
the effort is serial


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