They think they’re strong

I see them every day

Through their shielding windows

On their foggy way

Little tiny minnows

Behind some moving glass

Never stung by arrows
Laughing as you pass

In their bowls

They feel pretty kinglike

These edges of their life don’t feel like controls
Fed and sated yea they have waited to never have to hike

And here they are

Going so far

Each one a star

With its very own motorcar!
Going, going so far, yet enthroned kingly seated

And they know they swear they know they’re strong

Never greeted
By suspicion of maybe… wrong

Go along get along so its meeted
From one bowl to the next
How fancy are your limits, lets put them on

Just shoot me a text

Afore the last bowl at the dealership’s gone…

Headache clarity

Ah this strain…

Remember my mortality

In each shooting pain

Despite all of my measures
Surfeit of food and strength of limb

I can’t hold on to earthly treasures

Febrile is the feeling of the burning skin
This twelve stone frame

Never felt so thin

Though I’m not dying and not lame

There is much education in this

Expectations are for fools
Now I know I’ll never miss
For I’ve released anticipations odd and sterile rules

To find the clarity of pain
Bearer of a wisdom most profound
Of which it’s impossible to speak of plain

For it’s in the ground

Soil from which we sprang
And at times heard little peals of bells
Yes when they rang
Recalled the measure of our wells

So it is that clarity
Has made me see
That till death art is daily
There is no greater free

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