i've danced around this for far too long.
it's been hounding me,
with pronged fangs and wood chips.

i cannot choose.

but there are two sides,
always, to everything.
eternal balance. eternal resolve.
i picked up
the battered pieces
of my corpse while
stepping out to watch
my higherself flourish.

and what do they see of me,
those who hold no hope in their palms?
they profess to have obtained
from forked tongues and judgments.
but they've written me off
due to metal in my face and
ink in my flesh.

i couldn't possibly be enlightened.
i'm not wearing a tweed suit.

but i've found truth where the
silent holes were drudged,
where cement was worried away and
nations fell.
crumbled.
and who will speak for them
when none can recall their names?
who will intercede?

for i've been making love
and magic to my free will for years,
while they splinter, stranded atop the fence.

07/25/2004

Author's Note: inspired by kim. originally a topic.

Posted on 07/25/2004
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