A Poem by Joshua L Stelling
Effortless as receiving a name
Is this whole search for character
There is no struggle or tragedy
Like a turn of a leaf in the wind
Decades of desk penance you condemn yourself to
Are nothing more than wage slavery
In the epic of the rains
Finding ourselves is no more intricate a path
Than taking off your clothes
How many leaves turning this way and that
Is something like all of the days that pass
And even when you forget your childhood
All of the life you wasted at that same desk
It still is a part of time
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