The Poison
Dry
Take the
poison from the viper until it is dry
For and
against, deep confusion of intellect and emotion immense
When the
rails have been crashed and street meets your face
Move
closer to death unless the climb is back up at immediate pace
Stare at
the destruction, every section see your eyes
One able,
the other broken unless tears make it clear
Steady
your disgust for the patron, for it is you
Don’t go
there, you KNOW, that poison is dry
Dry can’t
be removed until it is wet through
But mind
triumphs only, no other defense is true
Betrayed
yourself with weakness from sickness the trigger
Now
you’re aware of how fragile you are, wall of rice paper
Self-destruction
through addiction, a slow endless affliction
Don’t cut
the straight-edge or you’ll bleed, endure, re-do the section
Reject
Ptolemy, for the sun can’t rise
Embrace
forever Copernicus, for sunshine makes dew and is no ruse
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