“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Showing posts with label move around. Show all posts
Friday, September 13, 2019
Costdom
Like seat assignments and maximum capacities,
for safety and simplicity sake,
there must be reasonable accommodations made
so there is sufficient room
for growth
without
hitting the ceiling, too soon, bursting through
and considered too metamorphic
to remain in your designated space.
It is a default
mode of ours
to do first
before
we did anything
that could be our fault.
So we don't...
There is no way to go back or over
without losing something in front of you.
Stay in line. Stay home. Go online.
Pretend to be anonymous and famous.
Pretend is what we do before we know
how to be.
If you move around too much it scares people,
they will call you a gypsy,
as if they could catch that curse.
Freedom never is
expensive,
and always costs more
than we carry with us.
Painting by Louis-Marie Baader, c. 1885 in [Public domain].
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