Grind

Grind

A Poem by Mike Goodwin
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I think I'm getting numb. Pick any target, just try to spark it. You're the mass destruction. But I'll do what you say, as long as you make me rich, under my own, own God's sun. -Stars and Stripes

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It is a universal insanity
That we all strive for
We get treasure,
We give treasure,
We get treasure,
All in the hope of getting more treasure.
In order to give more treasure.
It's circular,
Repetitive and wide
Stretching across,
All humanity
This insanity.
Part of it.
And I'm very afraid.
But, at the greatest level I'm not.
I'm not even phased.
And I give infinite thanks.
If I can.
Maybe my soul can.
But, if we had infinity,
Then there would be no stretch.
No insanity.
No drive.
There would be no infinity.
And we would be worse still.
I don't know.
Thank you.

© 2012 Mike Goodwin


Author's Note

Mike Goodwin
I think I'm getting numb. Pick any target, just try to spark it. You're the mass destruction. But I'll do what you say, as long as you make me rich, under my own, own God's sun. -Stars and Stripes

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Added on September 23, 2012
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