Pilgrim Standing Still

the beginning

In the wake of all frowning he persists enamoured

Watching the human tide ebb and flow:

Was it just yesterday

You sadly went your proud way, stubborn as an ass?

Carrying on your back the darkest incision on your trodden heart.

It melted in your heavy chest, forlorn, distraught.

It made the noise of cowardly scum bags laughing and mocking at naive and simple souls.

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There is plenty of loneliness to be put up with! …looking at the thrilled idiocy of which there are so many who clamor the mediocre man’s benefits.

the fourth way

What is left of you?…once the mean blow hits, once the cheating and lying spirit on this side subsides at the doorway?

A soul, by God! Nothing more.

Infinite without any inward boundaries, a cracking in the wall, a heart struck with awe!

Throughout the surrounding atmosphere, your internal wayward reckless manner has thrust open, thanks to an unheard of special acumen, the boulder to the side. The which closed tight, kept shut your corporal sepulcher.

a soul