After the Age of Reason
Defiance made his smile
deeper and creased his sweat-speckled brow
like a spoon
dipped into a murky,
long forgotten soup.
And yet, something
insidious, creeping,
entirely involved in its own affairs,
badgered him incessantly,
gnawed belligerently, demanding attention.
It questioned the mindless
refrain of no’s
and bade him be free of that slavery
he knew so fondly, defiance.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
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