MARVELOUS THE MANNER
So you are saying this life is a whisper,
the small noise a carillon makes out
of adjustment. The earthquakes and
the landscapes that fail; the tsunami
that subsumes what it entails?
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How can one lock the effervescence
of living away? Like a sulking child
or a brooding stray, hiding in corners
or running away? I think not, and
I'll keep my own freedom in my
own free way.
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