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I asked the rising sun, with its many

aspects and essences, to shine light

upon everyone alive who is seeking their

way across dark landscapes. Sun, please

give a lumen or better to end darkness

for animals who refuse to think in shade.

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I wished for sand castles and mansions

to house the need of everyone ever born.

But, I am a dreamer. Cold, infested hovels

are all that is here and available. The masses

refuse to dream and do the dream.

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I have been introduced to despair and hurt

and apathy. In fact, I have them tatooed

to my skin. I exist post trials that probably

would have killed the ability to think

in most people. The scars faded

but I know they are there.

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It is with caution that I hope now.

I have decided to leave optimism

in my back pocket, retrieved only 

when potential shows up. There

are entirely too many needing humans

to spend ink or breath on.

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I once heard a prophecy that waiting 

for the world to end was a waste of time.

Sages know it is better to eat apples 

by the peck and cherries by the tree full

then wait for cooked food.

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These are simply rambling notions

that may or may not become actions.

Greed is a human characteristic no one

can asuage. Change is a sub-definition

of impossibility. Like a real thing, I feel

death come close whispering interestingly 

odd theories.

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Greed rubs off in time, was the hope.

I admit to being wrong about that.

If I had money, I'd give it away and keep

enough to buy a yacht so I could be

alone. 

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Lady A

12-04-13

11:03p

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