Dogs 2015

EMPTY BEGINNINGS
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some
mornings

we awake
in psychic pits
of weakened
souls

no one

nothing

nowhere

can cure
us
of our malady

we look
about
for rescue
but see only
the vacuum
of our modern
lives

these
are the times
when we must
reconnect
to the simple
joy

the simple
comfort

the simple
comedy

of just
being
alive

this knowledge
allows us
to survive
until the onslaught
of meaningless
peopled priorities
leaves us
and we
can see
these diaphanous
social perceptions
for what
they are

butterflys
in the breeze

reanimated
we are again
able
to brush
our teeth
without tears