Burn after Reading

Surrendering the advantages of birthright,

all too often to those more deserving

but who would otherwise have been denied.

Resented by those still clinging to theirs.

Not belonging with those for whom they are surrendered.

Effecting a difference by not claiming one,

by fading from remembrance,

evanescing, praying it is not for naught.

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Praying...?

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In the beginning was the Word,

& the Word, once it was spoken,

became everything.

But once it was read,

became both more…,

…& less.

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This calling

not to be called.

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It's the little things pulling us back from the edge,*

as if the things which have drawn us so close

are not ultimately little things themselves.

For what are the things of past & present

but those which lure us forward,

even should they mean the end?

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The end…?

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If there was one thing

I would want tattooed

somewhere upon my being

it would simply be,

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“Burn after reading.”

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*This line inspired by Paul Stewart’s “It’s the Little Things” on Vocal Media.

https://vocal.media/poets/it-s-the-little-things-yy17m905a5