Saturday, July 22, 2006

All things are full of labor;
Man cannot express it.
The eye is not satisfied with seeing,
Nor the ear filled with hearing.

That which has been is what will be,
That which is done is what will be done,
And there is nothing new under the sun.
that about sums it up.

old habits die young

let's find a middle ground
between the topsoil and the bedrock
nice and dark, with just the right amount of moisture
we can wait there a long lonely time, maybe even an eternity

some rainy day, when the water trickles down to feed the spring
i will spring to life
and we will teach you a lesson, we will
because old habits don't die young!
no, they rarely die at all

a short nap. as long as is necessary.
i wake to find you weak and i am all the stronger
for this time i have roots, and such deep roots they are!

set aside your fears, we are not at odds...
we grow upon your property
and properly you seem to meet our needs
by feeding us every now and then with such delicious water
oh that sweet, putrid water...

but some day. some day.
some day you will find a middle ground
you may not be a habit, but you are habit food
i do believe you'll fit in, yes you will
right snug between the roots, the worms, and the hell that awaits you.

yes, we'll make you cozy.

p.s. the pronouns change intentionally.

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