Friday, March 16, 2012

Poem, Directive of Arson, 3-16-12

With all that I've managed and all that I've sold
With whom I have been with beg borrowed and stole
With all that I've leveraged and pushed out ahead
With all that I've stayed with as if it were lead

I've learned that all of my staid indecision
I've learned that all of my fiery ambition
I've learned that all of my thinking and costs
Were leading me to the inevitable clause

Of shrinking expansion
Of dead ends to show
Of arson and sabotage
I shot from a bow

An arrow from my future
The directive of death
The only sure way to attain pure new breathe.

--EVE Featherstone

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