so glad my world is crumbling
‘cos i really want to start again
i won’t try to hold the pieces
and rebuild the walls in vain
things can never be right again
but i can weave a flaxen path
i won’t pack my travelling bag
with either despair or wrath
i’ll thaw my hands o’er new hearth
’til i emanate a renewed hope
i won’t let them claw me into
their inhuman brutal death lope
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024
unbolt me 
the un-examined life may not be worth living, but perhaps a reassembled one is
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Perhaps so!
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I get your point, Tony, but this reminds me of the old communist anthem The International: “We will destroy your old world
to foundation, and then
we’ll build our own, new world.”
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I had no idea, but now that you put it that way, Dolly, I do see your point! I wonder if other readers will make that association? As you would know, it certainly wasn’t my intention. Thank you for educating me on that though!
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The blessings of destruction: To clear the old that we might start anew. But it’s such a shame that destruction so often is so painful
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I think many of us have known that kind of pain, for sure. No one willingly chooses to go through it, and who in their right mind would?
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This is what the ‘self help’ books don’t tell their readers. Before that life-turning change can happen, first you have to encounter shit
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Completely agree!
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👍👍👍
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Tony,
In hopes to be made new.
Gary
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For sure, Gary! For sure.
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Another well wrought offering Tony. Nope, moving on breezily ain’t ever so easy.
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So true!
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