Somewhere between
Sanatorium and Paradise
it hit me -
how utterly free
we are, so free
it's almost offensive.
Caving and leaking,
I bundle trust and decision
at my side
(if only I were
capable of artless rhythm,
of give and take).
For Freedom breeds
athleticism
(listless,
its muscles atrophy
the gauging of times
and seasons,
the measure of pass and stow;
slacken the meter
of intention and desire
to pool and settle as they grow.
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC
Somewhere between
Sanatorium and Paradise
it hit me -
how utterly free
we are, so free
it's almost offensive.
Caving and leaking,
I bundle trust and decision
at my side
(if only I were
capable of artless rhythm,
of give and take).
For Freedom breeds
athleticism
(listless,
its muscles atrophy
the gauging of times
and seasons,
the measure of pass and stow;
slacken the meter
of intention and desire
to pool and settle as they grow.
