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pity flies
where the rebel sings
the grave of open query
is a ponderous internal game
zapping out every other thing
the path
a plight itself
given to landslide
of before and after thought
alike and unalike
well, this mule won't carry what the
heart won't have
and one cannot keep
sugar coating pure rot
and expect the world to keep
gobbling it up
the folly is in the flow
not the fray
why, the harbor itself
has no true home
the ocean whips into frenzy
these foul waters gone astray
the mission is discovery and exposure
not the old anarchy-one-up-man-ship
with every viable human
who saunters into reach
true freedom in everything
comes at a price
this hobbled piper can not lie
life can be so damn inconvenient
to one's soul
ah, but only while its directly
being lived..................
(written Oct. 29, 2001 445am)