what voice is left in all this noise. What life is left, when tombstone follows tombstone...from Toluene to Tokyo. What life is left. What music left in this refrain?. What voice is left, what sound amoung the din. What light will remain when even darkest night fades. What light is? What light is left? What luminescence will there be when everything glows? What luminescence is this and what is there amoung all the glow? Refracted light and a phosphorescent mess of color.What life remains? What of me do i retain?
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You are what's left. All the other noise is just that. It comes and goes with time and is ever changing. You are your cornerstone, from which comes all strength. It is there for you if you face the demon glow, identify its intrinsic weakness and blast it out of your reality. Make it the lesser of all evils. It is far lesser than you. Believe in life's ability to heal all things, inside and outside of you. See the light as healing glow; let it surround you and all others in its path with you. This, too shall pass. Cling to your light and it will go with you wherever you go.
Beautiful, inciteful, painful, hopeful, creative.
ahhh....may I say this? that living and life is light. you have it. it's not easy. nothing is easy. well...maybe if you're rich and don't have that worry it's easier. but I think even the rich have shit on their plates.
what we have is life. right down to the last wonderful evil frightening joyful moment of it, we have our lives. only with life is there hope.
you're a wonderful poet jesse....
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