“If my life is going to mean anything, I have to live it myself...” - Rick Riordan'
Precisely the polarities
Parenthesizing pleasure
Persuade us to anesthetize
The love we fear to feel.
A train of trivialities,
Buried, becomes treasure,
As we sentimentalize
A boredom that was real.
How might we find a fantasy?
That strides into the heart,
Awakening the winter wind
Bearing death and pain?
How might we live an ecstasy?
That picks our joys apart,
Leaving what we love behind
On wings, on winds, in chains?
Parenthesizing pleasure
Persuade us to anesthetize
The love we fear to feel.
A train of trivialities,
Buried, becomes treasure,
As we sentimentalize
A boredom that was real.
How might we find a fantasy?
That strides into the heart,
Awakening the winter wind
Bearing death and pain?
How might we live an ecstasy?
That picks our joys apart,
Leaving what we love behind
On wings, on winds, in chains?
Nick G
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