Dear Cousin,...
DECEMBER 7, 2008
Written: November 22, 2008
An absence of the neon, rival cause
brings civil rest in pivotal moments
of importance and the choices we make
in facing them
simpletons in the sand of honest
truth and labor in the sake of
saving marine races of nobleness
preserving integrity of endangered
swimmers and winning the war on the
spatial takeover of the land of youth
as 20 to 30 somethings place
lives on hold for prehistoric dinosaurs
that helped define things as we know it
holding onto simple truths
that make us who we are, what
we will become, and what we feel
we're capable of when things
have begun to spin recklessly
out of control. For one soul is
always constantly torn, and one
soul is Earth. Into choosing
death or birth. And both end equally,
the great takeaway of everything
that's material, though only one will
allow you the choice to start again.
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