
the plan—
here I lay—
that was had
to rest,
simple
as
it
is
and should be
to
gr
as
p
is always
invaded by pleas for
care
coming from
leeches
with
out
a
fucking care
for anyone
else
in the world.
but the LORD
has declared,
to rest is
to care
and to care
is to guard
one’s rest.
POET’S NOTE:
Part of the Truth, Applied collection.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.



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