Weave together poet, one world
filled with the sounds of madness, of wild
energies that will take you to the edge of
what would destroy you.
And just before
you are destroyed poet, capture the
instant that reveals the depth of beauty; its
structure flows beneath the captured
world. Then, poet, the other world that is
always in front of you has its own
brand of eternity. A fierce and habitual
world revealed when a people realizes that
they are living a lie. The mind, poet, is
reduced like pebbles that roll from one
small current to the next. Money, money,
money, and dreams , dreams, dreams,
create the world you must occupy.
Money and its motive power and dreams
their creative energies; let them clash in
you poet like ancient armies. Rush through
the day so you do not
get burned. Smell the acuteness of death
in both worlds and learn to survive.
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