Falling / Verfallen ~ Wednesday, November 11, 2026
I cheated Eric Anderson at recess
In fourth grade, we played poker at recess
chumps for the double-or-nothing big win
heated after the cards were rigged to lose
eat your losses, a big fight, no success
after he lost it all, he chased me hard
teach a lesson, Ted Talk, learn about sin
even as he caught me, ready to bruise
destroy the beauty of childhood, my friend
Eric pinned me down to swing the last card
ready to hit me, Sam tackled him rough
instantly, the angels were on my side
calling me to join them when life gets tough
Anderson and Weaver left me no pride
no love but tough love in this world, defend
demons and the devil to pay in court
enter the realm of Saṃsāra, wander
round about through revolving doors, karma
surrounds all the children, as if to sort
ontological awareness, Dasein
no longer in debt as I meander
as a river, as consciousness, dharma
touch the ground in India when you land
remember me, here, as I rest, supine
enter this life, I am already dead
cessation of suffering is the goal
end the sorrow of the world, in my head
sorrow and suffering, a lump of coal
set inside a stocking, a grain of sand
In fourth grade, we played poker at recess
chumps for the double-or-nothing big win
heated after the cards were rigged to lose
eat your losses, a big fight, no success
after he lost it all, he chased me hard
teach a lesson, Ted Talk, learn about sin
even as he caught me, ready to bruise
destroy the beauty of childhood, my friend
Eric pinned me down to swing the last card
ready to hit me, Sam tackled him rough
instantly, the angels were on my side
calling me to join them when life gets tough
Anderson and Weaver left me no pride
no love but tough love in this world, defend
demons and the devil to pay in court
enter the realm of Saṃsāra, wander
round about through revolving doors, karma
surrounds all the children, as if to sort
ontological awareness, Dasein
no longer in debt as I meander
as a river, as consciousness, dharma
touch the ground in India when you land
remember me, here, as I rest, supine
enter this life, I am already dead
cessation of suffering is the goal
end the sorrow of the world, in my head
sorrow and suffering, a lump of coal
set inside a stocking, a grain of sand
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