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Poem to a past life: Satyabhama
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Other Poems Life is a thing that lasts a long time.
I waited to see what would happen.
Mostly bad things did.
I stood and lay down, stood and lay down.
Day, night, day, night.
Today I am sick and tired of this.
I will turn my life into a clay panorama
and begin the pinching and stretching
and thinning and thickening
that I thought God should have been doing,
......but wasn't.
I will pretend to BE God.
I will shape what future I have left me;
More exercise
Different food
More pertinent tasks.
You may look to me;
I am blessed in this freedom.
