Cynosure

Laying it down atop of sorrow
Figuring out the best time to ball up

Flexing emotional cannons
Funneling chemicals to an empty chair

Where a body once got busy
Shrugging and shaking off the burden

The rest of your days
Being saved by obscurity

Whereas the thought was once so scary
Now this humble pie is tasty

The who not being so important
Where there is why

Quiet houses once lonely and small
Now, keeping everything tight and intact

Fire escapes looking so romantic
Cave dwellings, mountainscapes, adobe

Whereas there used to be hunger
There is now silence in desire

Leaving room for other vessels
To decide what is important and why

Making ends meet end to end
Instead of fueling a resistance

There will always be a ladder
Leading somewhere different
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6.28.10