I cannot fathom falling.
Though falling may well keep me grounded,
Sturdy on the concrete
Cannot rid me of this wanting,
Exploring and cherishing
The finesse of elaborate skies,
The excellent aftertaste of unconventional
Stains my mouth,
Unwilling to be your silenced prize,
Unwilling to be what should be, as is.
Leave me to flying;
To racing through this shaded world.
Leave me to frivolity,
Exploding examples of duty and truth.
My mind cannot unfurl its passion,
Cannot abide to your singular sound;
Submission to such claims
Would see all life and love upon the ground.
| I assume I should tell you to stop smoking that stuff. Direct you to your terminus thrall. But hey, I believe in the mystic symbiosis of spiritual sky. When I was young I often dreamt about flying but I had such a hard time avoiding the telephone wires. So much for mass media. I really liked this post. It caused me so many quaintly nostalgic allusions. |
|| Posted on 2012-03-16 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ] |