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its the quagmire of punitive existence

that the richest souls are thrown

to toil in the feudal fields of the lowliest weave

why my friend, this is the choicest cut of life for the living soul of man

all breaths taken in the swarm of dust

hurried is the cloud

as it seeks an end to its down pour

limping like a wounded float across the sky

answering prayers

throughout those heavens

guarding thankful kinship and trust

unaware of the gift/curse it carries in its foggish

guts

offering acquital for posterity

perhaps ere a way to survive

a few less dry weeks worth of a grim sentence

abundant devastation

when the water burden to carry just a little further

becomes too much

frank despair lays in floods upon the torrented hill sides and brutally lashed plains

as sister clouds follow in cloud pursuit

and drop their own rainy girth

unbiased educators

so resourcefully are they

over their thirsty brother earth

they enrich as they saturate

a time honored

purification of soil

regained

and at a higher level

that of spiritual demand

that of the soul

the very same.............

(written Jan. 6, 2003 9am)