Tuesday, November 2, 2021

Rituals


a moment arrives every moment then 
passes forever into oblivion
for each solitary life
the advent of a break in worldly concern
adheres in every second

but the constraints of routine 
prevent questioning its continuance
for each chain broken 
a new set of chains
each courageous escape emerges
into a new fortress
with its own arbitrary rules

some call it tradition and pass it 
from generation to generations,
regeneration sometimes
fragmented never forgotten
the oldest most valuable
genetic disease

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