Every poem you write
With an everyday mind
Is an affront to eternity
Save your strivings
For the desultory and staid
Down here it seems like you’re stuck in traffic
But in the higher place
Your soul soars, caught up
In a marvelous mechanico-human parade.
Life is a deadly serious game.
You sometimes forget
Whether you're just playing for fun
Or knowing you must win
If you ever want to get out.
You say things like:
I’ve never been happier to feel the weight of old sorrow.
It was my faith that made me close my eyes when god tried to show his face
I’ve never wanted anything as bad as the thing I just let go.
It isn’t fair that the things we know most
Are necessarily the things we have lost.
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