The Black Dog

Causal Nexus anterior of my being,
Has my mind’s eye flashing
life's span of fretful moments.
Some amiable, some of grief,
Most are inane. Only to be stolen by another;
then another.
No peace

Important or not the few anamnesis,
But who is to say which they were.

The Black Dog is the purveyor.
And he does not change his mine so easily.
So now…whether for vengeance or my protection
I take my sword and do battle with this scourge .
I will not lie cowering in my own filth begging to die.
And maybe just maybe
to become a star
or maybe a galaxy.

To conclude where beings may dwell
to care for each other
as they themselves wish to be cared.
To live death better than the best lived life.

An interminable war;
this struggle for my essence.

MDJD

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