When One Plus One Is None

Be it life or death, we crave only reality - Thoreau

everyday at my eden by the inlet

on the outskirts of a putrid city

walking the rocks that separate washed sea from dessicated land

always stopping at one stone in particular

checking the tide and demeanor of the water

teetering on the edge

i think about letting go and falling in

what would happen

would anyone care

someone would probably just stare

not a whole lot more to really do there

seagulls, fish and decay would certainly come

eventually stripping my flesh bare

regardless of what i wear

or the style of despair in my hair

all of my troubles evaporating

my remaining goodness abating

truth dictating

evil, sin, unforgiveness and reality trying to do the liberating

life and death separating

god and satan debating

heaven and hell equating

no doubt

it would give someone something to talk about

i wonder if it would make the local news that day

or what they'd say from the quay

come what may

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Author's Note

“Whether he sleeps or wakes, whether he runs or walks, whether he uses a microscope or a telescope, or his naked eye, a man never discovers anything, never overtakes anything or leaves anything behind, but himself. Whatever he says or does he merely reports himself. If he is in love, he loves; if he is in heaven, he enjoys, if he is in hell, he suffers. It is his condition that determines his locality.” - Thoreau