Thursday, December 5, 2013



When I was young
I thought the moon
followed me at night.
This is a fairly common
when you’ve no concept
of angular perspective
or geosynchronous orbit.
It is also widespread
among small children
who have yet to grasp
a world that does not
revolve around them.

Subjectivity is the prison
we all occupy and it is
a lifelong sentence.
Each cell has but one
distorted window
and there is no escape
save death. The books
in the prison library
tell tales about places
called Heaven, Valhalla,
Nirvana and Paradise.
They are phenomenal
stories passed from
generation to generation
as those who have passed
decay outside the prison walls.


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