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06/13/25 A New Haiku for A New Day

Your early thirties,
When young idealism becomes
Tired cynicism

Blast from the Past:

Your thirties: when your
Dreams become eclipsed by the
Constant daily slog

Make this place your own
Decorate your prison cell,
Shelf of empty jars

Blast from the Past:

Have we trapped ourselves
Inside unsatisfying
Narratives of gain?

My running mouth seems
To provide me enough rope
To hang myself with.

Blast from the Past:

Growing within me,
Struggling to become heard,
This feeling I have yearns

Why do I get my
Big moments of clarity
As I drift to sleep?

Blast from the Past:

Once I gained insight
Satisfied I went to bed
And quickly lost it.

Chosen one of pain
Hurled myself into these souls
Tastes better than good

Blast from the Past:

Pregnant without child
Contractual pain of birth
Without the waters

A transcendent trick
Forget your oppressive life
Monotonizing

Blast from the Past:

I sit back and watch
The colony work: Calming
Insignificance

Within the darkness
The silence of unbeing
Beckons me to dance

Blast from the Past:

The dance of life sprouts
Off the very skeleton
Of death and decay

I plummed myself and
Lost the plum. The grand effort
Of futility

Blast from the Past:

Peering into you
At the window of your soul
I see nothingness

Wherever you are,
Which corner of this vast world,
You are who you are

Blast from the Past:

Racing down the street,
The New Yorker’s busyness
Consumes his self-worth.

Stroll about the end
Nothing searched for can be found
Hush of stagnant skies

Blast from the Past:

The end of the world
Is the moment when there’s no
New stories to tell