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Dogs 2016

FATAL (C)HARM
(11/27/16)

the attitude
can be
comforting

throwing up
the hands

shrugging
the shoulders

saying
that the situation
could not
have been
any other way

like
turning our lives
over to some
benevolent grandfather
in the sky

we tire
of scratching

struggling

our feeble
way
toward some
human goal

we accept
the fickle flow
of life's vagaries
with a smile

but sometimes

we need
to hammer
away

until something
imagined
happens

something
seemingly created
out of
nothing

our countenance
is different
in such circumstances

there are
no smiles

only a frown

a grimace

much sweat

if not
of the skin

then
of the soul

objective
observers
might think us
miserable

suffering

when we
are actually
at the pinnacle
of joy

if only
briefly

"perhaps
your result
was meant
to be
as well"

they say

after
we have worked
so diligently
to wrest fate
from the equation

we ignore
them

no time
to rest
in a sense
of false
accomplishment

we move
on

to the
next thing

there is
only
more to do

God must be
continually
uncovered