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The Meridian

I deserve to be alive
 But I deserve to be alone,
I trim the hair of God
 As if it were my own.
 
It is not.
 
A zillion years ago
 I walked without chains.
 I walked without brains.
 I walked without the hell
   in whatever the fuck remains.
 
On the very edge of divine terrain,
 I see myself in the rippling river.
Its ebb and flow perfects my pain,
 Suiting the confusion I deliver.
 
The only image that Mother allows
 As Father Time returns her vows.
 
The river is honest;
 As warped as my soul.
 
A true reflection.
 
Never vain.
 
I will never regret the ergot and grain.
 
I lift my head to the root of the rain.
 
But its essence of sentience
 and its incidental reflection
  have given rise to the modern havoc….
 
Obsession.
 
And you should know:
 
This lumbering mind of all in all
will never enshrine the wind we call.
 
Go back.
 
Go back.
 
Go back to the crawl.
 
Scatter like leaves in the fall.
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