after being smacked with a club again
my skull cracked and bleeding it seems
I would not worry so much as I still do
I will do what I need to do because I do
not so much from pride ‘though that’s there
but knowing I have and will do so again
happiness is an illusion not merely illusive
but irrelevant as the task before me waiting
again to be taken up by these broken hands
(from a work in progress: “Arcana,” IXWands, January 2, 2014)
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