River Styx

The heavens do the thinking, there’s really no need to consider much, just who you are, what you want, and what you’re willing to give up, the sun rises, it’s August, no need for me to get high, defend, defend, pass the month in peace, no ambition, waiting for the night, already dead, settled by the river, bound to be a bumpy ride, but a snake can slither, that lovely fruit, a tasty rabbit, swallow it whole, watch out for foxes, avoid the fishes, when autumn comes, maybe let our guard down, so many closed doors, such high stairs, passing eternities, less is more, the worm wriggles, struggle and yearn, but try to do nothing, work, work, software problems…

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Climbing the Stairs

Little faery, so clean and so bright, you don’t yet know, the great beast, the demon inside, knocking on doors, the tulip and the bee, enjoying life, flying free, in essence, we are the same, we both need to feed, such gentle waters, jump in, get it muddy, an eternity later, you'll be just like me…