Thursday, April 5
leave me be
some people create paper universes
for the sake of writing about them
i don't create universes
i merely write about them as things happen
things go on whether i write about them or not.
a life is not just about chronicles and volumes
yet memories and aspirations only find real existence
after they have been penned down.
i need time to be alone
to do things because i want to do them
i am no butterfly, formulated on a pin
chased down and held up like a prize.
so leave me be
to steep in words sights and sounds
i want to be alive.
here i am again, in search of kierkegaard
someone brimming with lyrical intensity
and aesthetic genius.
but should i meet him some day,
i will be afraid.
that he'd look me over in contempt
for sharing in the dull dispassion of these times.
0. oOo