From beer and wine to coffee black.
Charles Bukowski came to mind.
How do I find
A way not to feel slack?
To achieve, to grow,
I beat myself so.
I wonder why
I don't let it go?
The leaden heart of
Darwinian causes,
The desire for
worldly applauses.
A climate change
Could freeze my heart.
A lesser being I could become.
Would it smart to lose my heart?
Or would all pain go -
O think not so!
In deadened self
A thing doth glow.
God's very soul
In me doth know.
A fount of all the good there be,
Awaiting its time
To shine eternally.
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