Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Minimalist Instincts

Can anyone hear me in this conundrum of a world
Where I’ve laid aside my fears and frustrations
Just to have a moment of meditative silence?
Minimalist instincts have led me to your lair
And I hold your hand from the body
In whence your soul has lain.
I’ve taken the pity from my lesser days
And given it to you for that is your command.
I shall miss you when you leave for
The other side, but know that
I was the one who helped you get there.
And I will always remain by your side spiritually
To ensure that my ways are not flooded with anger and hate.

July 27, 2004


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