I wavered here,
Wobbled over there,
And for the longest time I cherished
Every transient acquisition,
The perishable transmission of objects,
Whose shapes scraped their noise
Against me and convinced me of
My stability.
I feared at distance
The haunted certainty of eventuality,
But near resistance wore gaunt urgency
And its skeletal shafts captured my
Heart for themselves and fractured that part
Of resolve that welcomed the inevitable
End, deceiving me into believing
Today would hold.
But if there was a loop
To be caught,
To be fastened on a door, I wore it
About me and snagged it, and now, after
Being bound and uncovered by the
Beloved left in the wake my abjectness,
The one thing is here, the obvious
And overdue,
And, although
I was unable to cut his cord,
He clipped mine,
And I can now return to
The ordinary locker box
Of life.
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Yes, in perfect harmony w/Terrence and myself. I've felt this way for as long as I can remember. All this shit we've acquired is piled up on an altar and the only socially acceptable thing to do is to worship it. It gives people a kind of intoxication. "Every transient acquisition,
ReplyDeleteThe perishable transmission of objects,
Whose shapes scraped their noise
Against me and convinced me of
My stability." Liked that line a lot. The right view. The only reasonable one for a man who thinks
I do still buy and awful lot of shit tho..
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