Joseph Farley


Let us live
This life of knives,
Juggling razor blades
Along with babies.

Smiles of red
And laughter
Like gagging,
We shall prevail
Against nature
And ourselves.

Stack the wood high.
Add books
For the burning.

Let not the troubles
Boil in the sea.

Welcome them
Along with all nightmares.

Tremble gently
At the touch
Of a breeze,

All the fingers
On each hand
That would hold you

As you dance
Along the precipice
That separates

Day from night,
Past from future,
And happiness
From all the other
That overcrowd
Your mind. 

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