O ne for ‘her’ please

I muttered to her

O ne for ‘Hercules’ ?

She asked

No ‘her’

I said

her cules

her clues

for so long

lucky that i

can step back from

it

that i can

catch myself

when i start

to fall into

the trap of

believing once

again that my

time is running

out

as if i had

ever possessed

time to begin

with

i am not a worker

nor a consumer

nor a machine

nor what anyone

or anything external 

or conditional

says i am 

and neither are you

our value is

not determined by

what we produce

life is not a

business

on a spread

sheet

life is not

what so-called

auThorities 

and officials say it 

is

in bold all

caps

life does not

fit into

neat little

boxes

& life is

inseparable

from

death

the two are

dance part

ners

the known flows

into the

unknown

the light is

in love with

the darkness

take my hand

and walk with

me into

their

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