31 January 2007

an evasion

the sense of time that we get from the clocks
that sit on every wall and chide our pace
remind us that life's nothing but a race
from birth until we're locked down in the box
we do not get that from trees rivers rocks
their journey is much longer is no chase
of dollars honour or the warm embrace
or kisses as we're seen off at the docks
we've built ourselves a cage and love it not
without its frame we know ourselves for lost
it is the goal behind the last great hill
without its constraint our hope is simply shot
we dread the alternative for its cost
and do not wish to pay the doctor's bill

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