Tagged: livelihood

in essence, all

in essence, all
livelihoods are made
in slices –
the hours bent
over spreadsheets,
a quarter of
an empty room
mopped,
the weight of
winter melon in
early spring, seeds
and all
.
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across the city,

across the city,
the stars are hung lower, much
lower so that you

can only wish upon the
city lights for redemption
.
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the odds are 1-in-

the odds are 1-in-
2 that your youth
will be served
on a silver
platter. by all
means, take
advantage while
you can – nothing
is guaranteed
.
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by the fourth

by the fourth
generation, you
either start to
slack or you get
better. no matter
what they tell
you, there is
always a margin
for error. on
the other hand,
there is no
solution for the
lackluster tone
in summing up
history as if it
were for granted
.
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as a species, we

as a species, we
press our luck, bury
ourselves in
making a living,
deterred and
undeterred
by the risk of
making an
impact, at
the rate of
unforeseeable
lifetimes
.
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the day’s errands

the day’s errands
compress and
expand on a
repeated motif,
with very little
improvisation
like an accordion,
breaking into
an afternoon
.
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today blows in, already

today blows in, already
satisfied, gathering
the curtains in an
embrace as it
enters, barefoot,
wide-awake, closing
in on the ratio of
dreaming to doing
.
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collecting lives is for

collecting lives is for
the one with the
scythe. a livelihood,
however, is
collected among
allies, orbiting
the days of the
week with equal
weight, formulating
a pattern of tides
with each incoming
shift, and the
gravitational pull
to living and dying
every so often
readjusts itself
.
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it is not uncommon

it is not uncommon
to weigh the strength
of our breath by the
pulse of a city
waking. if we can
manage to count
two city breaths
for every one we
take, then we are
still ahead
of the game, pal
.
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in a city of

in a city of
over eight
million people,
we have no
choice but to
come together,
no excuse
but to rub
off on one
another,
no hope
but to keep
reaching
for that
reflection
gleaming
in the sun
.
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