Knick-knacks, items, ephemera and stuff.
A spotty ooze,
Goop goes mouldy.
Acquisitive natures habitualised
Ritual.
Please bow down at the altar of commodity.
Something is missing.
Needs no adieu.
Consecrating the urge
to marry into something Deeper.
Significance at the bottom of a glass.
JD for him
Where's my goon box full of liquor?
Something's missing
Neither money, booze or medication can prescribe.
How can the nurturer
Nurture
When to drop down to the well looking for love
Brings up a bucket that constantly remains dry?
Yet,
Disciplined we are.
Determined to repeat our good little habits
We lower into the well
And search.
Believing we can change our luck.
If it can't be bought
If we can't change the other
If we can't demand to be given what we want
We can tell ourselves lies
Because we're afraid to let go.
WE
lower into the well
Much preferable however,
Is to raise onself higher.
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