STRAITJACKET
This straitjacket begins hurting only as the arms
enclose me and it enfolds me like a travel plan.
The creased paper retains its itinerary - all those
things I must follow. The being here and the being
there. I am, right now, in fact, walking the dead-end.
-
Fallow fields lie short before me. No corn stalks
grow, and my hands are bartered already away :
traded off for the things of the mind. That rapt
and circumstantial bird, that evidence of creation's
only growth, has taken root within me. That is
what I feel, and still my arms are somehow tied.
-
Alas, as a spirit soars so do I; but to no real
effect nor gain. I know neither the language
nor the end of all these people's words : those
tongues so engaged, those reams and reams
of idle verbs. Supplication little matters.
This straitjacket has me tight.
This straitjacket begins hurting only as the arms
enclose me and it enfolds me like a travel plan.
The creased paper retains its itinerary - all those
things I must follow. The being here and the being
there. I am, right now, in fact, walking the dead-end.
-
Fallow fields lie short before me. No corn stalks
grow, and my hands are bartered already away :
traded off for the things of the mind. That rapt
and circumstantial bird, that evidence of creation's
only growth, has taken root within me. That is
what I feel, and still my arms are somehow tied.
-
Alas, as a spirit soars so do I; but to no real
effect nor gain. I know neither the language
nor the end of all these people's words : those
tongues so engaged, those reams and reams
of idle verbs. Supplication little matters.
This straitjacket has me tight.
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