Anything More Is Gravy

It grew me right up
This blessing, this curse
This thing that compelled me
To become a reluctant deity
Contriving a world and all that
Gives it breath

Once the ambrosia of creation
Brushes against your lips
You rely on its complexity
to complete you

this monkey that clings
so desperately to my back
screeching its words of wisdom
Gleaned from lifetimes
Of living in this harsh world

To have nothing more than that,
would be enough
a stone cold faith in these words
and that they have somehow changed me,
grew me right up
Anything more is gravy.

~Eric Vance Walton~

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