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To Argue With the Vessel

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A fragile crutch of flesh and bone,
Supports another wounded soul.
Water argues with the vessel
In which it is contained,
Progress made is infinitesimal,
Naught but vanity is gained.
A smile on pained lips and three
Unused wishes at days end may see,
This day again becoming night,
This tired form and I,
Simply wait for morning and new sight.
Where life and death combine.

A Search For Truth

You’ve given me the sight,
Do not deny me my vision!
Let this not end again in gifts ungiven!
Too bright to be demonic, too silent for divine,
Help me unzip the flesh; we shall remove the spine.
Vision for dreams, such a cheep replacement.
In need of a backbone, it’s suggested I be complacent.
Offer me what you have! I’ll take vision! I’ll take sight!
In frustration clutching bones, I’ll too fade into the night.
Wait one more day, stay there you’ll see,
Truth seeks out no one, one must chase it and catch it to be
Seen. What comes is lies. What goes with truth?
What we thought of truth stayed, what was left went out from youth.

A Loss of Sight

I awake with this:
A burden on my eyes;
The weight of tomorrow.
My future sight,
Too young dies.
I cannot see I must borrow.
What I thought I saw was not,
The sight isn’t what I sought,
But the goal of bliss.
There’s no weight,
No burden on these eyes.
A load never meant to carry.
Now to seek only light
And darkness to despise,
My anxiety: another body to bury.