Monday, January 11, 2016

Go on my son

You're all our sons
for a while,
bearing down,
going on,
trying this and that,
belying the bounds.
You occupy this space,
and so you are occupied,
with the town's
sum total of an aspiration.
Uncertain symbiosis
keeps the parties in the moment,
this has been a long time coming,
this time-lapse. 

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