On Your Own
It's so mystical
when the rain falls
in the temple
and converges in the
heart of our vanity.
Nothing is evermore
depressing than chanting
with the tribe and
feeling your age creeping
up on you in real-time.
There is nothing more that
you can do but put
down the drum and accept
that this is it. Lessen
the inhibitions. Open up wide
and delve within the eternal
struggle between the souls.
When the regime calls it
quits, you must too. You are one,
the regime, the founder, the
curator, when someone plays
the role and says that you are you
are your own god.
(February, 2002 -
Justin J. Kilmer)
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when the rain falls
in the temple
and converges in the
heart of our vanity.
Nothing is evermore
depressing than chanting
with the tribe and
feeling your age creeping
up on you in real-time.
There is nothing more that
you can do but put
down the drum and accept
that this is it. Lessen
the inhibitions. Open up wide
and delve within the eternal
struggle between the souls.
When the regime calls it
quits, you must too. You are one,
the regime, the founder, the
curator, when someone plays
the role and says that you are you
are your own god.
(February, 2002 -
Justin J. Kilmer)
This work may be reproduced for any commercial or non-commercial application, without compensation due to the author, so long as an author citation is provided alongside the work.