We make love to our glorious suffering
we lament with the me and the self
we give up an earthworm offering
and put our thoughts on a cardboard shelf.
The tangents of these oblong impressions
have bent my otherwise “normal” voice
a million mental suggestions
not a single attempt to rejoice.
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Okay… that second stanza blew me away! 🙂 I’m not kidding. Had to take some time to absorb it all. What a finish! Thanks for sharing 🙂
thanks for reading! as always
Abstraction leads us away from ourselves in the same way it leads us to ourselves. The changes may be grand but they are unapologetic and without congratulations. It can turn our perception of progress into pain. Maybe the trick is admitting to the good which is hidden. Who knows. Thanks for writing