Faith: is when you can't remember

what it is you have forgotten,

but you know that it is good.

Humiliation begets humility

begets wisdom begets love,

said he, the Ancient god.

You cannot possibly explain it,

my dear friend. This is the plan.

It's ok; this is the plan.

The harmonica above me sings

a short song. The smoke from

the cigarette lives a short life.

The Doing will not be done

by you, my little mind. But

you, my little life, keep on.

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