Amid mastodon faith
I shirk fully comprehending my duty
Where I walk more cautiously,
I have stumbled
Cower beneath thundering, righteous
Hooves with integrity
And attempt to awaken
I observe through calloused pupils
Like the bulbous bottom of a beer schooner
Your pressures, your strengths
Shudder from the painfully vivid
Reality we endure without intoxication
Drumming my finger tips on your skull
Maybe you’ll also wake
April 28, 2002
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