
God is a recurring dream
I forget when I wake up
Survive the routine progression of trouble
Purpose can’t be read on the back of a milk carton
Home is neglected then abandoned then chased
A pattern exposes itself, a vision, a premonition
A moralistic orgy followed by a haiku on restraint
Stand above the inlets grieving green eyes
A lagoon of sugared tears
I question my name
Symbols appear subconsciously then consciously
The sails unfurl, white wings in the wind
The free bird can’t be freed
Deprivation is as dangerous as greed
To want is to suffer
Maybe next life will be a calcified rest
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