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9/25/12

The Man

If you're an imbecile you can
Work for the man
And never give it a second thought.
As time goes on you will find
The man rises stronger, wilder,
Grows intimidating bloody fangs that threaten to sever
The ties that bind you to your
Future and security.
The man tasks you,
Unavoidable,
Appearing dead ahead no matter how much you alter course to avoid
Perdition's flames.
Embrace the man,
Custom made for you,
Created to heal your past,
Melting when you turn him from
The man
Into just a man.
Without confronting, accepting him,
You will face him repeatedly, incarnate,
Waiting for you with a cruel smile and
Blessed lessons.

© Poem Fix http://www.poemfix.com 2012
Image: Odilon Redon

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