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it is truly a surprise
that there seems no one
to review my poem
because I assume
of the fear that they see in it
themselves so clearly
have I gone too far
have I not gone far enough
is the rim of the edge of pain
the alarm & panic of destruction
is it really that close
& is there an honest retribution
we often hear it said
that the truth hurts
& it is explained away that
we just simply don't want to hear it
I definitely differ on that score
the truth doesn't hurt it's the gestalt
that it causes to gyrate into an
awakening that is what seems to prick
the ego inflating-balloon of pride
yes this resistance this protest this
well you see that the truth cleanses & allows
the oozing of the puss of pride to air & to dry-out
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Author Notes
Which one of us can clearly see ourselves in the midst of a spiritual wrong unless they are assisted by the ancient traditions that have been written down in poetical form for our enlightenment?
& is not what we wish to give as gift of our experiences in the written form of poetics literally &/or virtually that same knowledge learned?
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