BURNING MAN

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If I could reach into the flower of my heart
take hold of the essence that lies dormant;
offer it to you in this dark hour
and live with you in its sweet divine sunshine,
I would so but and yet wherefore

as wishing beggars would ride
I shall abide (ahem)
in the shadow of that impotent wish
and stand
alone
a beggar
while I (whatever THAT is)
is consumed
by the awkward ignorance of pride
to which
I AM
so uncomfortably
shackled.

forgive me
I am but a mechanic
in this poorly lit garage
and at the present time
everything is
broken
broken.

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