dont cry

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March 26 by The Running Son

dont cry

the truth is
i need more time to decide
if time exists
on a line in god’s mind.
or if I can exist
willing time into the distance,
to fix this insistence
on my flippant life,
justified, like,

tricks are for kids, kids!
like, shit man I got this.

like, consummate
and be merry
for tomorrow’s the pop quiz:
did any of it matter?
thin skin surely toughens.
to the third and fourth generation
ever the assumption is

that time will work it out.
in time we’ll find god’s particle.

that we’ll reparate, retroactively,
by our heart-o-gold.
that we’ll separate
from the hold of time,
unfolding into truth sublime,
comprehending,
and kind of like our youthful lusts
and dreams,

somehow
never ending.

by Jim Aldrich (:

 

©2013 JimAldrich

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All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

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