Or this could be
lovely. Half-light
and poised towards
some distant opening
between skin and sky.
What reaches towards
freedom will not forget;
this is written inside
the small organic vessel
that must be broken like
a wound or hideous scar
before it's understood.
Adrift in space, the sensation
of being unbound, unstrapped
is precisely the meaning
of being human.
1 comment:
Ah, one of your understated profundities that appeal to me so much!
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