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if one chooses

Posted to Action Poetry

to live without the soul,
so be it.

my metaphors are real,
more real than textbooks,
or cynicism, wrought
from a lack of flame.

let the planet be solid.

i will flow melodically,
with the rising tides
and my emotions will swell
like moonbeams,
i will be the grey of the windows,
or coffee shot through with cold cream.

and i will find beauty
in these rough bricks
of souls
barren, a choking ember
unrealized in sleeping bodies.

so i shall lose,
at least,
my life will flutter
and me and the butterfly
will make friends.