There
is a cost for everything won and everything lost.
There
is a cost for those we have forsaken and those who have forsaken us.
There
is a debt paid and a price waged on not owning up to the blood on our hands.
There’s
a cost for patent disregard and for counting our chickens before they hatch.
There’s
a cost for taking everything and everyone for granted.
And
when we least expect it there will be a burying and a raising of the dead.
I
was astonished at how you improve my words with the flick of a guitar string.
I
was transfixed with how you lend my writing a newfound sense of determination.
And
there will be a reward for everything you have done for me in this life.
There’s
a rigmarole.
There’s
an easing into the chaos.
And
there are wars that will be battled and battles that must be endured.
There
is a cost for directions misdirected and a reward when we pay it forward.
There
is a cost for all this cadaverous theology laid out before us like the body
electric.
There’s
a moral imperative pushing us ever onward to the outer reaches of interspace.
Charles Cicirella
3/17/16
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