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Nothing, really...

Posted to Action Poetry




where to start
at the beginning
is an illusion
absurd
Camus had it right
or wrong I love his words
not spoken
to me in a long time
comes back over and over
your shoulder
bearing the yoke
of just one
person
being
here, now, then, tomorrow
I will decide -
wait another day
light depresses me,
I need rain
to wash it all away
back home
is quiet

motivate
me
alone
can do anything
is possible,
breathing
a reflex?
no thought needed
a great rush
of anything
learned, unlearn
teach
help
do
be.