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The desire to run has re-entered
my body; should I also be surprised
that words have come back whole and mobilized
from foreign thoughts, fluid and de-centered?

I long for novel thoughts that flow un-mentored
by past experience, destabilized
by a current of reckless dreams devised
against a life where liquid thought is censored.

But to renounce my earthly possessions
and depart tomorrow for distant lands
would be the height of my life’s aggressions.

So I continue to tie up my hands
in life and work and baneful expressions
of rebellion against my life’s demands.

 

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