Will

Morning time mourning until The

sun begins dawning then I start

my yawning and soon comes the gnaw-

ing like something is pawing.  Sharp

talons scar my talents and I

feel cornered but the coroner

will not come.  Good! My food will be

thought.  Will not think of how I fought

but how I won.  When I became

One with the One who salvages

the savages roaming for a

home: nomads who are mad no more

moving forward for a ward, not

the awards: that material

matter, gets you high then makes you

sadder.  In the former you look

for more.  In the latter you climb

the ladder above the things that

pull you down.  Gravity is real

but how do you feel?  You can heal.

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