Dead Leaves

Call it the strangest notion. Call it the sweetest sublime. Life is a bitter teacher, With bitter ways. In spite of all your wisdom, All the intellect you may attain, She will scar you. Scar your mind. Scratch your dick. Scrape your knees while you pray. No knowledge can defend you from her. Fill yourself with yourself. Defend yourself within the definition of life you have grasped. She will conquer you. Life allows no pity. Life requires no shame. A life devoid of living has no one else to blame. Life luminous in its essence, Warm in its embrace, Is the reality which supercedes all the definitions its patrons create to contain it. Yet you walk without moving Across a world you can’t see With constant sweating, Endless labor To buy what is free. You groom the forest By stealing the roots of the trees, And all that remains Is your legacy of dead leaves.