we journey inward
in a vain attempt
even if rationalizing;
no longer cured,
from all the crimes
we have committed,
we find peace in
no absolutes is
very much absolute;
no longer safe,
living within the
territories of our
own imagination
(as opposed to yours)
we pause with a beer
and realize all our
"would be"
friends have died.
13Mar14
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