Thursday, January 10, 2013

Identity

A favorite place
constructed by envy.
The rooster awakens the tragic eye:
mind-set: focused on painful, martyr death.
But with age, the numbers keep rising,
forging ahead, leaving dust
and brittle ideas in haystacks;
until one day you’re tired of wasting
silent energy on self-corruption—
bowing your head to truth,
and death understands.


(From the book Kairos)

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