a day is so only what you make of it
so lose the gunned ashen pallidness and indulge
flow light into strangled corpses so as to make them
shine with a bulge
a moment is so only whether you grasp it
shake it like a tree full of dead leaves and decay
so as to hold the rain of indifference yours
and gather the mulch
watch for great gusts of illusory free will
they'll carry you o'er the cockamamie
watch for sweet ladders of love, but still...
a day is so only what you make of it
so lose the gunned ashen pallidness and indulge
flow light into strangled corpses so as to make them
shine with a bulge
-me
also in the same line of thought:
RJD2 - Here & Now - Magnificent City
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