Wednesday, September 27, 2023

Vagaries

measured quantities of routine 
form worn familiar footpaths
        in repetition well-traveled trails 
        become tiresome

vestiges of a once varied but stable life
        adhesive labels on dry cardboard 
        stuck too tenaciously to tear away
        without sacrificing some skin

is it always inevitably eventually 
        the choice of a boring life or a painful one

and how could it be so narrow with such wonders
        words birthing worlds and colors astral cars
        calling and calling to come delightedly astray

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