The difficulties of my story Despite discomforts, despite myself, I I reaffirm my endless devotion To the belief that Were all of value, were all of virtue And so inclined we fill up our cups and toast to each other And though I listen to the arguments That most divergent systems employ to Debilitate us, delineate us, Repackage our words, demystify us, I unceasingly affirm my love can Cannot be measured, cannot be altered. I know, I know it, I do affirm it With overzealous obscurantism With every word and With every gesture I must express it I cant define it But all the same I know I can describe it (I walk oer bridges and see the river A marble statue the sun has weatherd The stubbornness of the overgrowth and The old memorials covered in snow Weve written the way the universe will go A righteous white horse, a man with a bow A sharpened bit of the mistletoe Scissors of fate or the fire of Surtur Though were divided, the force of nature Will put us all in the ground together) This morning I must get up To see the world around me. Right away, what I forgot In seeing ourselves as words upon a paper The sun is up My arms are wide I am a good man I am yours
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 15:24:41 +0000
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