The road by the lake leads you back to work.
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.
Blake wrote that, but here I've given it to you
so you can write it, too. The cut worm forgives
the plow. Like that. The grass unmowed will grow
to bring more bugs and animals. Eventually
the neighbors will complain. No law is made
of stone, nor any love. It's easier to add
smaller numbers, so break everything down.
Hope is the high school of mortality.
College is all about fucking. Make love
before you head to work. Make tea for two
in the breakroom of your desires. Pour
the burning water down your pants and cry.
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