There’s No Equal Exchange

 

Don't barter your lifetime on faith, 

there are no equal exchanges or promises.

Don't gamble that'll you ever see again your

mother, father, family, and little dog after death.

Life’s a living gamble and every day is another day in

purgatorial wasteland, gray isn't close to black and black

is far away from gray but in between is the living

Hell, the pell-mell of suffering and the laurel of

unforgiveness collars monism, for time’s transient as

snowbrowth upon a basking rooftop. Take care of all

that you’ve loved, hold dear to those terminal memories, 

for the sheen of wonder soon elides from your conscience, 

snarling curses and cunning manifestations now exile this 

wretched fate, for my life’s ijazah worth, is but dust upon

Proverbs, seldom spoken their magical spells, only darkness

enters my hollow heart, the only light that vacates was the memory 

of my dog, yet, tucked away, far away from this hostile misery

is my degraded faith, I'll never be swayed by myths or promises

of immortality, such foolishness in pretending, such sedentary 

gambles, for nothing, rises beyond death but the living people 

who huddled around your grave.