Did I miss it, the point of life? falling for that big lie and loving it—love? If I skipped the heartbreaks, the silent monotone misery, traded for silence and monism, was this such a terrible trade? Sure, I’ll have robbed another of lightened load, buying enlightenment instead. And if I acquired that sacred host, with[…]
Posts Tagged: labor
a touch of knowledge and tumult come of leavened gold bellies bloat a second day in seven spines repose to sloth man sick, want for work for heaving yoke we yearn but too long upon unyielding line and by distractions turn far afield and put to pasture on setting sun he wince in painted pride[…]