Struggles handed down
Inherited Karmic debt
From father to sun
Turning souls
Into holy ghosts
Like Swiss cheese
Covering the moon
A counter intuitive balance
Disguised distractions
Falling short of action
Are these words
Motivated by reaction
Drifting through seas
I may never swim
This life of passage
Into this maze
I call home
Beauty beholds
The squalor I ignore
Stewed in juices
I try to escape
Before the feeling fades
Into another promise
I forgot
To keep to myself
Robert Gray Gallagher
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