23 September 2008

early in the morning

those who find ways to strangle their own hope
are not the kings whose purpose we must praise
their only journey is down the last slope
we want nothing to do with their lost ways
our choice instead is with the morning blaze
the light that comes before the flaming sun
the star whose meaning we can never shun

we pay out many lengths of this rough rope
and wait for what seem endless sets of days
it is our task simply to wait and cope
with all the matters within normal gaze
we aren't rewarded with any bouquets
nor can we see no matter where we run
the star whose meaning we can never shun

we are not cleansed with any weight of soap
nor hampered by the endless laws delays
if we can't walk our enemies can't lope
and the wise donkey it is that now brays
truths that the coming god is he who slays
all that deny him and what's well begun
the star whose meaning we can never shun

we have the choice to abstain or to tope
stand still or dance in these complex ballets
be silent or announce the modern trope
knowing that the one who speaks first betrays
all that he is and these are no clich├ęs
so much is said but nothing has been done
the star whose meaning we can never shun

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