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Thoughts of Depravity

Tell me,
When the day of death hits
And at last I'm floating free,
Far from clustered worries,
Far from wounded pride,
And the desperation of daily life,
Manic sighs of overgripped goodbyes,
And the perpetual fear of the leap
Into love, laughter, happiness, song,
Sadness, nakedness, loss, wonder.
When all these futile ruminations,
All these transferences of fear,
That shatter me in so many ways,
Like the death of once-vibrant hope
Shatters in so many ways human hearts,
When these are over with,
Tell me:

Who will I be?

Thanks, Roethke

For when within the gentle ride
Of life, and sour sin begins to glide
Down my tethered spine, broken
And half-awoken, past the chagrin
nerves, past the open eyes
That are mine, I try,
I try (I do) to bend the breeze
Before it tests me,
Before my soul is lost,
Before the glittering seas
Are gone, and all my glee
Handcuffed, for that's the cost --
Leap and pause, reflect, dear Faust --
That is the blatant, bloody, beaten cost.