Of Frontiers

Are all frontiers of the same mold?
cheap rooms that stink with peddled flesh
where the liquor costs less, so does life
all other avarices in morbid excess

Could one find meaning in such extremes?
might one want to survive out there?
civilization beckons, but afraid to let go
for within this mire, the soul lays bare

The End

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