Do Not be Afraid to Want

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If one were to listen close, one might hear the swell

Their ear pressed to the chest, one might feel reverberations

The dear familiar toll we’ve come to know so well,

 Under failing, fading lights cataracts find revelations

Omens in the preferred nature and what all do they spell?

 

Prolific waxing philosophies of psychology that explains naught, but to amuse

Talking heads with their chattering teeth, prophetic insight into self-abuse

Answer to them, clear this cloudy gaze, make yourself of use

Inquiring minds rejected, romanticized, dance for us our muse

No flights of fancy in the aces, no cards up the sleeve,

Preservation, this bowed scarecrow, is enough to make-believe

 

Coherence or vagueness, a trust one must choose

Can they know your darkness; what are you prepared to lose?

 

Empty the hearth, its embers and ashes for the sorrow there, cold and pale

The devil knows love is not pride, see him stride

Listen for the faintest sting of light, ringing like a bell

If one were to listen close, what one might hear, one can never tell

 

Prophetic, truly one may weep over what they sow

Pride is not love, nor do acts of sunshine console the shadow

Pathetic, what crops can pestilence hope to grow?

Why does death steal time, and where does killed time go?

How is one seditious, sadistic, sardonic, self-sedated and still switched so none seem to know?