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Blackness
Pitch black-lost down among the Tarmac
Of downtrodden pathways, boot soles dissolve
into churlish regards for living this insignificant life
But do we care where we tread, or with whom we cast
Our lot in life. We live sealed in the morass of self.
Seeking a way to elevate our thinking from the pitch
darkness we quest towards the light, but is it enough
to sustain the quagmire of tarmac minds with which
to our ultimate shame we constantly engage,the force
of minds obscured by limiting thoughts no deeper than
the boot soles sunken in the pitch black Tarmac. Ach
Imagine, to think and feel without recourse to closed minds.
Minds that drag slurry like through the darkness of daytime
Every way covered in pitch, but they cannot live in light.
Only the end of days finding solace from the Tarmac times.
But we who try to lift up a step above are constantly immersed
in slurry of darkness striving, to demean and take light from us
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