Alive in a Hole

I cant wait for the clog to decrease.
The inflammation, a swelling of measure.
Why worry of the insular patterns
that never reach far from chairs.
In this lonely street is a chance,
a finding of holy.
Imagine the cost of the death
is just a small endeavor.

The weaker men fight over mirrors.
Posing for peeks at the throne.
There is no result in being a snake
other than gaining the coins.
For mistaken are we all here in duality
that we can even tell left from right.
Spinning like a top we bottom out
if we were asked to stop.

If I glue myself to work for soul
I would work hardest of all.
Going to a job is just a habit
controlled by fear of rejection.
You can dig a hole for a loaf of bread
and then declare yourself worthy.
Soon you will be buried
and worthy you shall be.


Author: leeethomas

Visual Artist, musician and writer from Australia. Interested in Love and the Mind.

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