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Oracle

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Oracle

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Pent-Up

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I wish the chemicals

Flowed more freely

Is it that they pass through

Glands

And mine rest in the body

Without balance

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I was calm

And then adrenaline released

Caused me to jump

Around

You know

Inside

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And now I contemplate my day

And its appointments

And could do without

The set-to

Consideration the expectations

Guessing really

Going on

Inside

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Better Living

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I never experimented

Never toked

Never smoked a cigarette

Never tried

What came within

The colored patches

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Now a grown-up

I get pills

I know the younger

Get them

Too

And apologize

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Prognosis

And prescriptions

It is the way

Buter’s way for our flesh

With what imposes

From the testament

About

Three-score and seven

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That’s All

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But

Lord

There are all the

Hundreds of years

Of patriarchs

Of Eve

Of Sarah

The subsumption of

Enoch

Elijah

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Too many dying young

Through

Murder

Flood

And war

And then

The many who exceed

The formula

Citing classic wisdom

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How long shall you go

(that’s you)

Or I

Our pets

Our people

Or our nations

Chronology

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We might play with time

In elevated ways

Einstein

Velocity

The vehicles to get there

And such

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Slows down things

Perhaps

While we are fast

And yet the direction’s

Always forward

Because that’s how the story plays

And toward which

The ending rests

And waits

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Crusoe

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Crusoe

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It took me years

And years to come

To understand

The need

The requirement

To have a life

To have a life to offer

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Then there is a story

Pages

Chapters

With an ending

That might satisfy

A larger world of woe

And grace

Even rescue,

Notwithstanding

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What is left

Is little time

The gift grows smaller

Like some things

In other tales

But we have time

As is

On this side

And choices

That are not invisible

In fact,

Are rife with potency

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The grace of God

Love and understanding

Growing up at last

The tragedy

The humor

The finality

Of wisdom

On this side

Then to another shore

An irony for Crusoe

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Our Days

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Our Days

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Yesterday was

Ocean Day

And also many people

Many of them

Students

Wore orange not for

Protestants

But for an end

To violence

By guns,

The bullets inside

Guns

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Two days ago

Was D-Day

When by the thousands

Soldiers landed

To take back

France from Hitler

And the rest of

Europe on

Which he had

Had his eye

And after a year

Of slogging

In a blood-soaked way

Town by town

Bridge by bridge

Europe

Was restored

If Germany divided

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Days for marking–we

Have so

Many now

With added reasons

Each cause

And each remembrance

Just

And exigent

Even the silly,

Days for doughnuts

And cat breeds

We need the breaks

Sometimes we need

The money

Come from

Merchandising

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Sometimes we

Simply want the break

An excuse for

Chocolate

Or for ice cream

For a ball game

A parade

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A walk

A conversation

Or simply

To stop

And think about things

Differently for

A while

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