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A Thousand Shared Sponges

A lover who's always so grand,

With a fistful of stars in their hand,

Was the life that I sought,

That the movies had taught,

In this boring, predictable land.

We don't climb a high, jagged peak,

Or speak of our love with a shriek,

But we wash all the plates,

And we're good for our dates,

And we whisper and talk all the week.

My partner, a sly, steady soul,

Said "Our love is the sum of the whole,

Not a high, sudden flash,

Or a passionate dash,

But a gradual, gentle, deep roll."

So I've found what's so boring and plain,

Is a comfort that outlasts the rain,

The slow, steady beat,

Makes the love so complete,

Just the two of us, through joy and through pain.

 

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A dry, meaningless belief

The desert stretched, a dusty space,

Ignoring every human trace,

Yet a tribe chose to embrace,

A frantic, funny, foolish pace,

To build a castle in that place.

A little lad, with a list so long,

Sang a sad and sensible song,

He said, "Is this right, or is this wrong?

To seek a meaning we prolong,

Is it worse to believe, where you don't belong?"

"Oh, little one," an old one smiled wide,

"We don't build to last, we build to hide,

From the endless emptiness outside,

Our meaning's found deep down inside,

In the love we feel, and in our stride."

They built with a spirit brave,

A meaning they had hoped to save,

From the endless, empty wave,

A beautiful moment they could crave,

A noble purpose from the grave.

 

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