THE DEATH ETHIC

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JOURNAL #13

exhaustion takes over

when mere tiredness falls short

the old legs scream their displeasure

about being pushed so

their limit is near

a single day off I court

the forseeable future seems long

until such moment comes

to the eventual out set

take cover

for a breathing corpse I just may

become

and livid is she who gets no real rest

from the unending task

in a dizzying day dream of actually

not working

I half retardedly bask...............

(Dec. 23, 1994)

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