22 Sep 2016 – Sonnet

Don’t tell me, habibi, you need all this
crap to be happy. Don’t tell me you’ll die
if you lose even one of these trinkets.
Just open your cage while you can and fly!
Don’t tell me the meaning of life is the dust
you’ve vacuumed together in treasure sacks,
earning at interest a rust-colored crust
you’ll cash in at last for a heart-attack.
Sit with me here for awhile on this beach,
be a student with me of the ocean.
Say where you plan to heap sand it can’t reach.
All your time is perpetual motion.
What has been fashioned was meant to be free –
why is this something all men seek to flee?

~

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