Friday, September 02, 2005

perennially instant gratification to my vagaries

A full blooded individual
As if in a ritual
Seeks an inner wholeness
As she embraces this alchemy

In this manner,
She approaches
forces within herself
organic energies circulating

As if the pen is an extension of her hand and arm
Akin to her temperament
Scraggy writings blotted
A metaphor for the nervous system

Moment to moment,
Dwelling under the shelter
Living in the shadow

The body, mind and soul
Certain potentials cupped
a gamut of limitations and difficulties

Her idiosyncrasy
Only to be
Crushed by the pervasive tyranny of routines

Where then is that imagined impeccable ardor?

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