Sometimes the right thing to do
Is not what your body wants to do
Do not hinder the situation
By not following your summation
It’s in the gut
Gift it to the mind
Struck by the fool’s gold summit
In the gloom
On many knees shaken
We are together in the darkness
We shall all wish not to plummet
But it is for others to witness
To be undiminished somewhere
At the borders we must cross separately
But we will find our footsteps
Temperately stamped together
Cast out like nets
Retrieving emptiness
Without fish in our unanswerable scorn
Woe will prey on our hearts
But the distant light
Will soon escort our
Broken hands into
A cattle call of beastly prize
© GÄ
Poétique 