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THANKFUL - Andrew Whyte
Our tanks are full to overflowing
With propane, butane and other named gases that make for movement, propulsion and
transportation
And for that we are thankful
Or to coin a word in a broken language given validity by our Supreme Court, we are
"tankful"
For our bellies distended by foods, not kwashiorkor- inducing, we must of necessity be
thankful
As what manner of hypocrisy is it that says Grace without meaning
Blessing food that tastes like chaff in our mouths
Saying Grace over meals and dealing without Grace with our fellows
Raised by my uncle
My psyche razed
Burnt out hollow till I had no face and was nearly phased out in " Perelandra"
A spaced out, space bunny without ballast or anchor for my soul
Layered and textured with crater like wounds
Laser like, radial pains
For all these we are "thankful".
At least there is family
Dysfunctional, nonfunctional but family
We are thankful because we are
Because we must
Because thankfulness like mindfulness changes things
Things change thankfulness
and we are none the wiser
But we must
Always!
Submitting ourselves to the Blavatskian 'secret' or Gnostic knowing
But to something anyway
In the end zone, playing the endgame
Chanting out our thankfulness
And that is all there is!