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By Jack Joseph Smith
Shame Is Hard
Where to be wrong and wound out of weakness:
Thick with time: I would kill my mate for an insult,
while I would not cut a willow for firewood
When you actually look at the end once,
you never look again
Every glance has gone past the dragon
Swallowed up by the universe:
God and Earth are a place:
You can hear a hum,
for awhile you can watch it too
All of thou may never study your voice,
it came and went so fast
Mistakes make adventure impossible, yet
Don't listen to those who talk about being whole:
Seperate yourself so that thought is your way.
Tie it to us if you can, the knowledge of a second, or a sound
is the gift that keeps hard shame away