ARealMan

ARealMan

Vanity
vanity all is vanity sayeth the Preacher. No holster on my belt no
gun hidden up my sleeve no knife inside my hand no weapon carried at
the ready no steady look or gaze too long the wind has weathered all
eye done the time will catch the words eye speak and clobber eye
begin to see. Eye stand off to the side of target there in distant
space and stare past Venus with some haste to look for grace above
the space we call the Earth. Hauling my ashes in my yearn struggling
to overcome the man inside the urn. Working but not for temporary
fixes. Ethereal gain is dropped inside the pockets of the keepers.
Render unto Ceaser Ceaser, in an ornate gold encrusted crucible.
Total exhaustion becomes the price of freedom. Think you person
reading this is easy to make words to rhyme with reason in the last
analysis remember this is sometimes written near the hourglass of
time and seasons. No one looks so close at people’s feet to see
those hairs this wisdom.