Born Again Anew
by Derek Baruch Von Geiger
Some find it excruciating,
Others, still, exhilarating,
And even quite liberating
To their troubled minds.
‘Tis the natural state of things,
But then external pressure brings
A pointless urge that stirs and stings
The Soul, which it binds.
Some call it pontificating,
To shuck yokes and endless waiting
To compose some lines.
Lacking the urge for underlings,
Listening to your Soul, It sings,
Steadfast, avoiding strident slings
Of steel trident tines.
Forgive your debtors all their debts.
Nourish your Soul with cigarettes
As others perform pirouettes
In their lives’ confines.
Do not judge them (forgive, forget)
For caging themselves. Cut the net
As best you can manage and jet
Jealous, jellied brines.
And if you save just one poor Soul
From dread cellblocks of cold, dark Sheol,
Consider sliding down the hole
And clearing the mines.
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