This is a big gig.
From here, there will be no
hiding in a private nightclub
beneath the blank beat
of another authority.
That will be history.
Instead, you will squint
in search of something
humming like a wire
in the soul of everything.
You will be a bodily
phenomenon,
just like everyone,
even trees.
You will see yourself in trees
and rocks
and garbage.
You will twist through mazes of choices,
each choice a chance to honor
a possible destiny,
even ecstasy.
You will know indignity,
disgrace and shame.
You will have no one to blame.
Sometimes you will smile
through eyes like glowing stones.
There will be no days off.
Do you want the job?
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Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com
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Crack in the Ceiling
Poetry by Thomas Radwick
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