I put away childish things, like myself

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(idea) by prole (23.2 hr) (print) ? 3 C!s I like it! Fri Jul 21 2000 at 5:30:23

of course i went to her wake today
and smoked myself empty
until i was full of a new and white gold hope
shining on the horizon.
i awoke and a silvery rain had washed away
the despondency of the past
and born a child who was a woman
with an infant's far-reaching dreamscape potential
and a crone's un-whitewashed wisdom.
as graveyard dirt fell upon the casket
i vowed to with it bid adieu the mistakes of the past
likewise, all the old trophies must be boxed up
for those trifling achievements belong to a child
who is gone.
the woman who follows must prove herself
not at games and contests;
with great deeds alone.
the cost of mediocrity, hard to relinquish though it may be,
carries an added price not immediately recognizable.
the daughter of change
could hold the rain lit world in her palm
or let it crush her
but can take neither path innocent of the other.
the simple solutions come sporadically
the eternal process of falling and climbing is ferociously natural.
daunting prospects and dizzying heights
weave our lives.
the survivors can tell the difference
when the sweet bodies of confused children
are laid to rest
truth comes in the half-light between day and night
and things are less fascinating
as her world becomes her own.

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Notes from the little black book	When you grow up, your heart dies	I once was a clueless young noder	I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
You too can spend four years	Damn it! I'm an adult!	Never quite at home in the world	The day I realized what being alive was
The only place I ever go is the grocery store.	The Wandering Jew	Growing up	It feels like fingernails across the moon. Or do you rub your wings together?
Harvard-Westlake	What to do if you are offered marijuana	My cat's breath smells like cat food	Our garden
Drowning in a sea of mediocrity	you, the marionette	weird	tripping
Away in the manger	Iris	being beaten into an unhealthy state by other people's pasts

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