
Brood for Thought
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a man now
in a world of new rules
new accountability
new maturity
new virility
new sensibility
new rationality
but will whisper the heart
in the far tomorrow
about the kid who never left
now all
by your absence
be a blur
striking me
colorblind
in all spectra
as my mind
trips
into frozen thought
we are not here
we are
not
open
asleep
yet drifting awake
inside that other world
thinner than th’ inlying soul
of time
tracking the footsteps
of a Meaning
after surfacing
will pen and paper
at the ready
Remember?
safety from Nature’s witchcraft?
hereafter’s bird cage?
if so
by then
it might be my turn
to walk
upright