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nothing sacred


nothing sacred moves me–
nothing worthy spoken–
through me


not that I am
wasted breath


or dried, preserved
holly wreath


inside ideas and dreams…
ponder
how they got trapped
and endure then squander


I sit, hope, enveloped in cloud
voices to achieve bellow, loud


my hopes of doing, being
a life worthwhile
prove loud confusion
during such trial


I know answers come
when questions have died


not borne of searching
or won of something tried


Like all lessons of karmic fate–
let it go–
and its yours to take


– November 11, 2001 | alameda

 

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