On Either Side
On one side
of the frothy banks of the mind,
is the river of endless death.
With its eddies of blood
heckling swirls of hopelessness.
Every day peck-pecking away.
Until there's no trace of what you were
or what you could have been.
Only black wreathed moles carrying the soul...
into the deepest black hole of night.
On the other side
of the frothy banks of the mind.
A pearly river of life.
With its swirls of hope.
Eddies of love and light.
Every day an endless golden array
of heartwarming sprays.
Lifting the mind into God-woven skies.
Birthstones of cherubs filling potholes of sunken lives.
On either side of the frothy banks of the mind:
a river of death, a river of life.
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