Homebody
Protuberant human body lifted vertically in length
By a pulse and graceful aggression for breath,
Movement and purpose of an individuated psyche.
A homebody with the earth as home―slightly
Recumbent on its axis. To take up the responsibility
Or to give up the responsibility for oneself. Vividly,
Both are predictors of suffering. The latter astonishing sum,
More suicidal and often coupled with blithe sardonicism
At how idiotic cactus blooms in areas of discontents―
Not seen or desired, how the wind servile-bends
The cornfield or grassland to its whimsical flight
Without protests, and however long you dare to live,
Life ultimately betrays you to death. Here lies an ordeal,
An argued truth in part―the former would agree,
Then add that life’s too long to wear it down like so,
To bleach the cranium walls white too soon like a plateau,
So when eyes are closed, no imaginative thing springs;
Lethargic to pain, willing to swear off own’s freedom-fears,
To be someone else’s uncared for burden or snicker;
And should one question, all’s needed is to point a finger.
