From the album "Creative Nonfiction"
Where is the push?
All I feel is pull
One sided energy
Depleting constantly
Until the pile
Is overwhelming
And so it pours again
The steering rack is thrashed
There'll be no turning
That cloud of smoke
Is money burning
Where are you spirit bear?
I need your wisdom here
My vision is not clear
Enough to set a path
Or plan an attack
Or dig myself out of this trash
It is the damndest thing
But it too shall pass
Either through or around
And out of my grasp
Though the days
May swelter us red and frayed
The nights can never be hot enough
To keep us down
Or out of the lake
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