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Come with me, sit real quick.  Let's tell a tale that's quite the trick!  I have a metaphor this time that will surely make it stick!

Perhaps then, in me, grace we will see, such that she will never come clean!

The sulliest tale, of a jolly good fool, stopped at a light in their car.  Did I say fool?

Fooled me, for when this fool checked their rearview mirror, what they witnessed was near and dear.

A vehicle in motion at constant velocity makes contact.  Atrocity.

Jolts, pain, panic.  This fool is shook.  There was something here.  A toll was took.

This fool, for a minute, was caught in loop.  Check that mirror, get the scoop.

Not today, thank god. It's over now. I can let go.  Thank god.

And thereafter, this fool did drive away. Time saved, proceed forward as you are saved today.

But here's the sitch', let's keep on going like this is just the first stitch.

For every day was when this would go this way.

Every day would blindside take them by the wayside.

Such that the wayside sideways became the way the way slides.

Which is to say, every day is here to stay.

But wait, there's more, oh great!  An officer arrives, not a moment too late.

But oh, it seems, the ticket is for me?  Suck it up.  Don't be a pussy.

But wait, there's more, oh great!  The driver appeals, please don't hate!

But oh, it seems, things get twisted?  The fault in this is mine?  Did I miss it?

But wait, there's more, oh great!  The people that love me will know I'm great.

But oh, it seems, must I say?  Do I attract only those who use me in dismay?

For it appears, you see, no one will have me.  You are broken, who would have you with glee?

Not me.  I guess.  Guess I better set it free.

Released into the wild.  Never to be seen as having truly smiled.

The mask is here.  Pass another beer and blunt for cheer!

Am I happy yet?  Am I doing it?  What did I get?

To cover that big a car crash, one's gonna need a big mask.

Oh yeah, I was molested. Oops, now that's a limit tested.  

Guess this story is not so pretty enough to feel blessed with.

God, why do you hate me God?  What have I done?  

This mess is something I must have chosen. But now this fool feels their life is frozen.

A time unbeing, not without being.  But being without the experience of seeing.

Seeing oneself, for who they are, as they can, but at this time, we've come too far.

Far along, down this road.  Here alone where no one roams. 

Take me far away to Rome.  The coliseum is my home.

For fight I must, if I say, for it is your life at stake today.

If not today, then every day.  No matter the ring.  No matter the rung.

Everyone is here to hear their song as most sung.

Resonance is the key, for which arrives in me.  The opportunity to see God shine into me.

With mad respect, and wholly uplift.  I seek myself to take the drift.

Take me with this tide and wake.  I am up. I am up. No need to shake.

Alert is the vibe and these battles bear tribes.

Tribes in kind in like and fine, in such and wish and love and mine.

Do I dare say I found a line, perhaps inside the right domain this time.

But wait, hold up.  I can see what's there.  Recognition goes as far as the share.

For if the dive one takes is deep.  Be prepared to come up and weep.

What a treat, I must say, to be treated as a treat.

For a treat I am, a gift in fact.  So long as I can keep my psyche intact.

But hey, that's not the say.  I am not always in today.

In fact, I'm often stuck in yesterday.  Or that day, which way?

Slay the witch and call upon will.  This is not just a fucking drill.

This is life.  That's all. That's it.  I'm not joking bitch!

No reset. No replay.  No way to have a different way.

Just the way I'm told to be, not given a chance to learn what is me.

How can one begin to appreciate what they do not even know.   

We do not know what we do not know what we do not know.

And, well.  The fool of this row?  That person is just a show.

A show written, cast, and seen.  Popping up on your favorite screen.

Seeking to show there's nothing to glean.  But girl, we all know she's green.

Envy I have.  Envy of the real.  Envy of those who get to shine with zeal.

Those with the gift of something to heal.  Something to notice as something that can feel.

Capable of attunement, alignment, and grounding.  We have roots?  This pavement is pounding.

This road laid out for me, bending with no end.  No room for growth, just drive in your lane friend.

Hope I get there. I hope real quick.  Hope, feed me.  Constant IV drip.

Drip into me, for hope in the beyond.  For this moment, I'm lost in the frond.

So many paths and ways to throw stones across this pond.

Skip, skip, skip. We roll with the punches.  For, one day, I will laugh about life at lunches.

Eat with pride.  Your just dessert.  Just remember to lift your skirt.  

Stay happy babe.  Smile dear.  It doesn't hurt.  Especially me when you say the worst.

Worst things that could come up to find itself alive.

Burning inside like there's a volcano, erupting live.

Hot magma, seething coal from down low.  Unescapable.  Pyroclastic flow.

Pompeii rests.  Static in time's line.  That city, it's memory, my brain I define.

A relic of the past.  Ancient and yet new.  Already discovered but truly seen by few.

Survival in mind, I bear my own brood.  I kind of one with a different mood.

One in which I seek to soothe.  Soothe and mend a heart that drools.

For which this drool, this blood of mine.  I commit seppuku for you to shine.

Every day, for which I act.  And choose to otherwise pass on the fact.

That I know something you don't know.  Uh oh, who would have known?

Perhaps I'll tell it to you in time.  Perhaps I have already said it in this rhyme.

Perhaps I'll give a fuck or two, but then I'll have to charge you too.

For in this world that dreams of greed, hope is bullshit so fuck your needs.

Needy bitch, fuck off my plate.  I did not ask for this but steak!

Prime meat, juicy and ripe.  Fresh and clean and known to wipe.

Wipe that mess up nice and clean.  Nothing to see here, is this poetry?  Please.

One could keep going, but I better start slowing.  Never know which way the grass will next be growing.

But surely, the rowers will keep on rowing.  While I row myself a new line in life and pass the oar to someone growing.

Grow you will by serving with purpose.  But only if that purpose has purpose.

For when purpose is just what you're intentionally.  Then you're just arriving conventionally.

Myer me.  Inspire me. Act.  Do that which we all need to do, in fact.

Dance for me monkey.  Dance.  I'm sure you'll love the play.  The one in which you sing for us today.

For I have had my time and paid my dues and now I leave it all up to you.

Oh heavenly heaven, I welcome thee.  For it was always my destiny.

To catch a grip of what I see is something wild that I can only declare as me.

Not only me, but something hailed for it with glee.  For in you, I found me.

I wanted to love me, but let it go.  And wow.  Did it come back with something to show.