“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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Monday, February 11, 2019
Homo-stasis
Let me be beautiful-
but not so much so that it makes me
ugly to others.
Let me know more
than everyone else,
but not so much
that I am to blame
(for everything).
Let me be plugged in
but not all the time,
because it weakens the
battery.
Let me love water
but not so much
I drown myself
for want of it.
Let me take in all
the air,
more than enough
to hold inside.
Let me read every word
that means something
to someone,
let me hear
all the wisdom
that may be
profound.
Let me love.
Let me live.
Let me love life
but not so much
I fear death
for the love of
wanting it.
Painting by Matthias Stom [CC0], 'Old Woman Praying' c. 1630's-40's in Public Domain.
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