boxing day
no rescue from this
your sarcophagus
you'll rest your feet
and call this your
stopping place
but movement will come
to shake you
and vibrate you
to tell you that
your day remains
undone
wake WAKE
sleep not for
your world awaits
abated on edge
the sword--your words
--a final precipice.
elPintor
Mon 26th Dec 2016 21:29
I guess it's a roundabout way of saying that we run the risk of killing parts of ourselves when we deny their expression. While I realize that we aim to do just that by repressing undesirable traits and propensities, I'm also sure that much decency is inhibited for the sake of remaining secure in our outward circumstances. What I mean is, freedom is rarely free. Though, it seems to me that it must be that if we are naturally endowed with a particular talent or perspective, the world is robbed and incomplete while that which could promote change for the better remains subjugated to inferior demands.
Thanks for reading and commenting, David and Ray. I really enjoy the opportunity to discuss the finer details.
elP