Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Poem, Fortress, 4-12-2011

Floating through daytime
as I do through night,
allowing the infinite,
to swerve in through flight,
as limitless as is
the cosmos around,
the stained glass of beauty
is illuminated sound,
and more or less lovely
no matter what haps,
the effortless loosening
of useless old straps,
that bind me to duty
to others who don't,
notice or care about
my schedule or moat
of limits and dead ends
that I have installed,
to keep me safe behind
the fortressed safe walls.


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