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No Evil

I stand above the precipice of two worlds – at day I work, at night – I work. To give me to the world. Being Someone, if necessary. Being No one, whenever possible. I am an empty bottle, I fear, a tight throat, not a drop within – what can I give? An old dog, same old...

Horse for a Hen

To leave behind a body of work, a crown of memory. A new beginning awaits. Work is ceaseless, even in the heavens. But I will never truly tire. Lost my breath, back against the wall, knife to the neck, yet I remain, alive and living. Set straight by the tyranny of the...

He Is Smiling

Do as you will. Great conqueror, success is permanent, so are victory and wealth – a fragile dream, like an egg. No other point exists, but the zenith – a laughable delusion. Walk on eggshells, to not wake the giant, of your own making. Too late. Cannot go back, even...

One Too Many

The world is ending. Who will read? He. Who will remember? He. So work, friend, unconcerned and undisturbed, by what if. The future knows that you are looking, it will shift and turn its back on your delicate plans, like flowers in the desert, to be only watered by...

What I Asked For

Days born of music, and of silence. Dawn and fervor, newly-wed, promised me a day. People, rushing like a beehive, trembling, like atoms, myself among them. At noon, power overwhelms me, the sun – ever present, taken for granted. Later, a heaviness in my feet....

Free Will

The Journey is hardest on the horse, but I will toil along my steed. The price of living is self-sacrifice. So why do I hesitate to draw that upward sign on my forehead, war paint at a time of peace? To become nothing but an empty vessel. Only then will my words hold...