Like The Prophet – Like Gibran

Longer days bake in sunshine,

cloud-covered light, misty rain.

Turn a blind eye to silver linings,

like a hobo possessed by pain.


Does it matter?  (In the end?)

If we bother climbing mountains once again?

We could rest in the shady valley of self-offend?

Will it matter – in the end?


Glance closely into my eyes,

revealing the shadows in yours.

We mistaken plan-makers in downtown Boredom,

neither seeking nor reaping rewards.


There’s that education

There’s that re-creation

Bifurcation, delineation

a canvas for creation

– Then it’s done.


Sun sets again

on right or wrong

in timeless tides of wallow, here and gone,

Like The Prophet.

Like Gibran.

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