SELF
So I said to myself
Self
Where is this leading
this living
this being
where is this leading I asked in a moment
of weakness
in a moment of pure futility
maybe the only pure thing I’ve
ever
known
as pure and as cold as the
mountain stream this futility
and I have made me a home in it
a warm home with a
fire
where I can burn my moments
and watch the smoke rise up from them
to heaven.
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