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  • COWERING COWARDICE

     

    If being has already decided well in advance - it is better to keep it to yourself and consider it: 
    There's a great robbery in the world, and a fool in the world! While here within: in thy noble and living heart All human intentions may pulsate and concentrate, If thou dost not lose thy worth. 

    Thy material resources, or thy scraps of dwindling bread-wages, Which thy boss unjustly denies thee, Thou seldom hast, and thy dreams in dark chambers of drawers Thou hast long since kept, For the starting stakes are still too low to start. Thou hast stubble, soap, and toothbrush - the material inventory is ready - But if in thy vulnerable soul the soul's bell, understanding and sentimental, No longer can silence the majority which thou hast vainly collected, be useless. 

    You can't exist if you've given up your humanity: think well where you'll step out alone from here; with a biting claw, like a lurking poacher-hunter, life will secretly snarl at you, and if it catches you it won't let you go. A whimpering devil-spasm of temper, tempting thee in a million forms, explodes in thee like a nucleus, while the diodes of thy glowing brain are ceaselessly agonizing over the failed possibilities of solutions! You curse and rightly bluster within yourself-though you have taken upon yourself the targets of ever-smiling teasing- you have lived, if not bravely, with cackling cowardice while you had the courage; you have wearied yourself under rock-building weights. 

    Why dost thou make war, say thyself, and rather against thyself?! Stand up with more sure peace and acceptance! Thou wouldst bite thyself often as a wolf, to feel the pain, and while it wafts, if thou let thy rich imagination spring, give a holy reward. When Fate's sinking harpoon throws thy foot Thy rusty bones in safe shelter thy feet shall march, And perhaps, if thy courage, by thy courage's blush, Thy blessed Dearest's kissing stars may cradle thee, Till thou rest as a helpless child. 

    Sacrifice not and divide thy seed, but abide in thy one responsibility. Thy witnessing tears Someone is already collecting!  

     

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