life awaits me, ripe with sense,
Sometimes I taste its immanence
So near.
Sometimes I taste its immanence
So near.
It's clear, I have not truly fought
This tendency to duck and hide;
Prevented by my stubborn pride
In thought.
You've caught me, I've confessed the lie
That underlies my captive state;
Right now I can decapitate
And fly.
-- JJM
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