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Contemplative/Rash

Writer's picture: Clifton DavidClifton David

"Raise the walls I say,"

Sayeth he? or rather, his anger?

A dividing line, a place of refuge.

A spontaneous decision, a long coming reaction.


Fueled by contemplation, fueled by sadness.

Introspective refuge, externally excluded.

A wandering gem, a detached jewel.

One road inevitable, one path to walk.


In unison--conclusion reached,

"Shut the world out,

Or the world shuts you out."

A bitter pill to swallow, the only one there is.


From whence cometh this pill?

Pure observation? Partial experience?

Rather it is a product of being,

Healthy soul, or battered mental.


To be in the world, yet not of it.

One, pure in execution; Two, rash in decision.

One realizes the benefit of separation,

Two, the burden of exclusion.


One finds a spring which quenches.

Two, pierced by resentful thorns.

Which lives? ___ ______!

Whichever it is, one remains.


Flourishing, or extinguished.

With scars or without, there is a common ground.

To dance with the crowd,

Is to dance with death.



..............and rebirth.







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