Sunday, December 15, 2013

Inertia

Tied to this chair
Which is nailed to the floor
Which is anchored
To the core
Of the earth;

Imagine endless deaths
And enviable wrong turns.
Glorious sins.

But never moving
From this chair.

Oh, how I bite my nails for you.
I could forgive myself
Of anything
If I could only
Move.

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