LIFE IS NOT EASILY BORNE:
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Prone to underplaying, he gazed forlorn
Into another eddying context, one unforeseen,
And unwanted, and, (according to his own stuttering
Attempts at interpreting) rife with the unnecessary...
.
Always, as the
Winds howled, and the
Waters swirled around him,
His life would filter through the
Moments like sand through a sieve,
Immersing him in conditions that
Only worsened the audits of a
Stubbornly unyielding soul...
.
Hoping to simplify whatever lesson
Was being doled him, the man strained
And struggled against the rage of impulses
Reaming his personal and treasured designs;
And though he drank
Himself carefree; he still endured...
.
And being settled to dissemble his
Neuroticism as being inconsequential,
He zipped up his nonchalance like a jacket,
And bolstered his pride as if all the facets
Of his being were as they should be...
.
His anguished life would be a lake;
(Elemental, unadorned, approachable)
Something that people were easily drawn to;
He recognized that surfaces were what mattered,
And he was laudably skilled at creating semblances...
.
His would be a planar creation, a pleasing
Facade that others could look at (en passant) or dip
Their hands into momentarily without being scuppered.
He would wear tailor-made suits, and no one would ever
Again have to acknowledge his collection of driftwood,
(Once alive, rooted, and verdant) now effectively
Hidden behind his pricey jade bolo...
.
At last, he knew he was reachable …
And as pleasantly benign words were freed daily
From his soul - to swarms of passerby’s too self-absorbed
To care - he smiled still and smoothed the lapels of his tailored
Suit in anticipation of something good happening...
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richard lloyd cederberg                                richardlloydcederberg.com