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Aug 2017
untethered
uprooted
the soles of my feet
tingle from nothingness

the dry scrape of the air conditioner in seattle and
hardwood floors that hold no softness
city skyscape gleaming silver
a beacon to the
unmodernized less fortunate
of hope to become
automatons like us, to become more-than-human like us

untethered

what is human
we must be, i suppose, and yet -
if we are not 'what it means to be human'
if my heart is content in its coldness
is that wrong

i have betrayed - but - who?

to be untethered is to be true, to drift
from the solid shores of meaning is to fly and
to be free means to let the beautiful parts of yourself die and

I have made my decision.
Written by
Holly Smith
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