Slack Hiking 04/07/2011
Kids are listening to the autotune croon;
Begrudge it, world not composed for you.
You have dutifully consumed,
Be shucked like an oyster;
Truth of the fact, the goods were consuming you.
Now at least in the dereliction of a Thursday
Sun pays a short visit, so set some time for it,
When every action in life is pressed and desperate
Make a reaction, and get desperate for zen.
Your woes are going to go
And flay their pay from out your hide;
There is a freedom when apocalypse gets routine.
The mariposas are more mortal
Than the pending century of your life,
But they flitter unstressed against the green.
I'm not saying not to worry;
I say that you worry until your care is numb
Then you go and dispossess your soul,
Dodder amnesiac through the cedar groves-
This existence is acceptable
Absent the urgency of you.
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