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Unto Our Fallen Muse

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Tuesday, June 06, 2006

PASSION & HABIT:

Passion & Habit:

Fate stared me in the face today,
“Here, how do ya like that?” She said,
As she thrust everything my life was lacking
Down my throat, and it tasted
Like Heaven.

And it was all there, and I could take it,
And I could eat it,
But the price was everything I already had;
So I spit it out and said, “maybe later.”

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And later it was I who walked towards the cliff
And I who willingly jumped,
It wasn’t that I was tempted –-
The so-often chastised desires that normally rest in my soul
Were lost –- misplaced perhaps.
I was empty, I am empty,
And I did not even have the desire to be filled,
But I went for it anyway -- out of habit.

No gain, no loss, no regret,
No love.