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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…
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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