Contradictions

Simple reality taunted....

I smoke pot in the A.M. -
a simple mental masturbation
meant to beat reality,
that beautifully malleable
Maiden,
into a complete perfection.

**

It’s green and pristine
with glimmering edges,
and I know that the mask,
the darkness hitter,
fits perfectly in its
grooves of simple, mechanic
precision;

and sometimes things live as a testament to contradictive beauty….

**

For every suspension of living,
there’s a separate life, which
refuses to bring death to all I
cherish as real.

And basics are back, resurrected like some sort of C(h)ris(t)is continued….

Feb. 13, 2007
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