Open Secrets
The fancy mansion
of my beliefs is ablaze
in a flickering pyre
of glowing light
what should I try and save?
— only the fire.
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For uncounted years
I have been dragging
this thing around
only to find my hands
have always been empty.
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The hardest prison from
which to escape is the one
you never know you're in
until that jailer, the mind
chasing after some desire
leaves the key behind.
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I am like an old gray cat
sprawled languidly across
the couch of awareness
no longer interested in
chasing after thought-mice.
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