celebrate the new arrivals
yes
they survived the temptations
and they are proud
but I have to ask
what is the joy
of saying no
to the world
given to us
for our pleasure
dichotomies suck
and I am too stupid
to understand
a farmer breaks the plow blade
in a rock strewn land
an artist is born
without hands
called to a destiny
that I can't fulfill
or fate that escapes
due to my unawareness
of wisdom I had to distill
from the spilled vintage
I can't see myself alive
beyond this flesh life
But I pray to be
worthy of the breath
given to me
forgiving me
I believe
and I resist
but the wisdom is beyond me
and I still am alone
with my belief
