Sunday, June 16, 2013

David Simpson

To Cease

A clashing
Without holding
in the meantime
I am here
and the treasure
of the mean
is inhanced
and then let go of

Why do we plunder
When to die
is enough to get by
Don't give up
Or else we all will.


Each step
Is like the last
it knows that wind has its mark
in times that are for the deer
i am in my most selfish spirit
because when we are through
i will have it all.

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