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And Thatís Saying Something

Iíve never had    
much love † † †
for the human spin
on the accounting † † †
of our history - † † †
who we are and how † † †
we came to be; † † †
we canít keep our own † † †
shit straight, † † †
how do we trust † † †  
the word of men
with selfish agendas† † †  
who werenít so much † † †  
different † † †  
from you and I, † † †
after all? † † †
† † †  
we do love a good drama; † † †
lying to ourselves † † †
in our own diaries, † † †
reinforcing all manner † † †
of delusions we hold dear, † † †
long after theyíve ceased † † †
to be good for our well-being † † †
so I feel like my suspicions † † †
about our spiritual guts † † †  
are valid, here † † †
† † †  
besides, † † †
my † † †  
oppositional-defiant † † †  
inner child † † †  
puffs up at being told † † †  
what to do - † † †
even if itís the God † † †
of dirt-poor † † †
southern Pentecostals † † †  
making all the rules † † †
† † †  
there is something, though † † †
of this I am sure † † †  
and thatís saying † † †  
something, † † †
considering I donít † † †  
know shit else † † †  
about whatís going on † † †
in this increasingly † † †  
uncomfortable † † †  
place † † †  
† † †  
last night † † †
I sat by a fire, † † †
the sapphire cold to my back † † †
amber heat to my front † † †
both near my limits † † †  
for comfort; † † †
my eyes fixated † † †  
on the dancing, † † †
shimmering bodies † † †
made of the † † †  
brightest sunset † † †
just as it reaches † † †
glory † † †  
† † †  
mesmerized † † †  
by the snapping † † †  
of the timber, † † †
as itís bark surrendered † † †
at last, even though † † †  
it had been consumed † † †
from the inside out; † † †
I murmur to myself, † † †  
now thereís a fight † † †
to the end
† † †
† † †  
I felt the draw of the † † † †
flame as it called † † †  
for my heaviness, † † †
begging it from my † † †
achy, weary shoulders; † † †
itís been too much, † † †
it whispers † † †
~give it to me~ † †  
my whole being † † †  
takes a deep breath in, † † †
for the first time † † †  
in so very long now, † † †
releasing all the darkness † † †  
back into the night † †  
where it belongs † † †
there is peace here, † † †
where there was nothing †  
but struggling for air † † †  
before † † †
† † †  
there is something, though † † †
of that Iím sure † † †
and thatís saying † † †  
something
LunaGreyhawk
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