every component falls apart, he said
or brilliant words along those lines.
therefore, work hard until you are dead.
don't look to the distracting light shining
off to one side; do not be tempted by
sensual delights that limn your noble path
recall your goals and diligently try
to keep in mind your action's aftermath
things disintegrate as more time passes.
joy is misery that hasn't ripened,
suffering's as sure as as two great masses
joined by gravity.
the noose has been tightened,
so in the time left before the drop,
strive for enlightenment; never stop.
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Pleasure or Pain? (Poetry)
PoetryI call this my book of chaos; my sanctuary. When the turmoil inside of me resurfaces, when I've surpassed my tipping point, putting my jumbled thoughts and conflictions into words gives back the control I initially lost.
