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Minding My Own Mind

Thursday, April 6

Wimp

. . . Meanings too literal;
Paths too tangible to forget courage.

Reiligion understands soul beyond
life--it goes to heaven. The
life goes there, even though
it ends. there's a meaning,
right? beyond squirming
into existence and that final life's
exhalation, expired beyond doubt.

It gives meaning.

Money and fame gives
meaning to many, muted
of wonder, no longer humbled pre-
dating understanding--faith is not
. . .
(the goddamned)
key. Understanding,
to the obsessive detail,
resembling greed, like
a million ruthless scramblers
clawing at these fruits,
thinking eat, eat, but they
are not even edible. They're
plastic; nothing to do with
sustenance. Understanding
as experts the money magazines
and famous people we
all look to I wish I could
be
, too, and if I had
a billion dollars I would
be done, like this life,
expendible, would be done, like a job,
9 to 5, and that would be good.

Where's faith in life?
Where's faith in woman, man, (us)
to find the peace with
where we're going.

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