Concise Advice (poem)

By Luke Labern

Though my body be aching
My life's purpose be waking.

Visions of reality
Bestowing vitality.

To have taken command, there
Snow flakes hanging in the air:

To be morale's steady pulse
In the face of that name'd false.

To return to peace and calm;
Take stock, and touch palm to palm.

Juxtaposition of war
With the beauty I saw.

What is a number to this?
What would it be like to kiss?

Many eyes be watching, but
Why should we stick in their rut?

I had been the voice before,
But now it's time to ignore:

Only one number matters
But who knows who it flatters?

A Poem,
Published 30 March 2012

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