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Morning Prayer
So little is mine
So little is needed
Pass this one by
And let that one pass
What is ugly and broken
Does not belong to me
Operose Nihil Agunt
Crusader, fight your crusade
I stand aside, undrawn into the fray
Aware your folly will be undone by time
Without reflection on falling sands
To argue, censor, and apply force
But all untruth will be undone by time
Glutton
Even the dead end soul craves
What is beautiful and creates beauty
Knowing not its source nor being a relation
Clawing fingers so greedy
Desires cheap, vulgar, stupid
Self-indulgents denounce themselves
Ode to a Corpse
Corpses belong in the ground
Not dressed and propped up to haunt the living
Celebrate what was, for it was, and remains true forever
Reflect too on past joy, love, and daring attempts
Knowing tomorrow is a fresh start
Unburdened by a corpse that can never return
With Solemn Consideration
Dear friend: spare me peasant answers
No cheap words to obscure truth
Light! More light!
Are we not brave enough to look for ourselves?
As men with reason and thought
Let us honorably face all things
Unscarred
Seasons cycle in dance
Pull of celestial undulation
Intoxicated with destiny
Skin sloughs as a past drops away
A new future awaits new goals
Go farther this time
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