Gone Instead.

Stumble into heartache?
Claim joy while secularly fed?
Tumble in unforgiveness?
I'd be gone instead.

Measure up to nothing?
Find confrontation with fear?
Drown in ripples of self-regret?
Rest assure-- I'd disappear.

no room to misfire;
no time to waste time;
no comfort in comfort;
no time to serve time…

giving birth to fallacies
and testing for knowledge
of the book of wisdom
which I haven't read /

see-- I'd be gone instead.

Give into instabilities?
Hide revelation within my sleeve?
Be broken into misconceptions?
Guarantee-- I’d first leave.

Costume my shield & cross?
Live by doctrines I can’t convey?
Yield to evil’s degeneracy?
I couldn't— I'd walk away.

no regret to regret;
no time to waste time;
no endurance for endurance;
no time to serve time…

opening ears for guilt
and shame outlined in
the book of wisdom
which I haven't read

I'd be gone instead.

Mark Anthony Thomas
Copyright © 2004

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