No “E’s” Please

Shut your compassion off from sight
Shut your cravings off from satisfaction.
Don’t grant roadway for all that don’t grant that path for you.
Angst for what is to occur,
can burrow down distant from shallow tops.
Thoughts carry out action of consumption of your guts as your mind conflicts upon wrong and right.
Thoughts about who is at hand and up to talking to you.
About you.
For you.
And with you.
Doubt that you can fulfill your ability and capability,
can hurt you in ways that you can’t clarify.
Thinking profoundly is painful.
Thinking at all is fatal.

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