Undoing
/My life is blessed with things
that do not fit and cannot
be put on display.
Life was never meant
to be lived according
to a list. And the clock
is a slatted wall
that imprisons my flesh
and not my spirit.
Nothing bars eternity.
I may be swayed
by easy passion,
but the heart keeps
precious truths
immune to idols
and the decay of time.
While I slip sideways
between the moments
with no cause to fear
my own undoing
because I am undoing
all that is not me.
Note: I often return to a poem and pare it down, here is the shortened version:
Undoing
Life was never meant
to be lived according
to a list. And the clock
is a slatted wall
that imprisons my flesh
and not my spirit.
Nothing bars eternity.
I slip sideways
between the moments
with no cause to fear
my own undoing
because I am undoing
all that is not me.
What would be left of you if you were to come undone?
Shortened version:
Cast your vote! Which do you prefer?
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