Resolution
Resolve
Evolve
Even Eve
has ribs.
Constricted
Restricted
Roasting roots have yearnings too.
Allow images to appear without hindering
Duty blocking structure, habit, tradition, moral imperative
My acorn is growing
hull cracking ribs
roots stretching obstinate habits to breaking point
Unhappiness so durably built
Hard mortar, structurally sound
archeologists of the future could chip away
Yet living time so limited
Wasting away with fear
The fear of happiness, of oneness, of completion, of purpose incarnate
all replaced by the Darwinian god of survival
Fit as a fiddle to twiddle
opposable thumbs
all day before a screen
When heartsong calls to a different drummer
a new year, a new constitution
amended to include a self
singing
dreaming
weaving
cooking
a concoction of being
streaming color
zinging synapses
excitement
plateful of re-purposed ribs
steaming
with the envy of self resolved
menu for the new year:
allow lady to emerge
energies imploded turned to sand
resculpted
crafted
into a fine set
of delicious bones
living, breathing bones
alive with coded marrow’s purpose
forging their way unhindered
into daily song
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