he
might write all night long ten days straight
who
am I to get in the way, he
controls
the pen has for years
the
stacks of books the library he is creating
present
a picture of nearly nonstop thought
controls
remain unmanned can’t take
the
corner without flipping over going too fast
past
haunts every day with all the bad decisions
he
made forever making new decisions count
who
he is now completely different
controls
his own movement not just
the
pen any more or less
past haunting being defeated
controls
left unmanned until a new focus reached
the
center where eyes would meet
future
could be something else…
3 comments:
Like this .
Another downward message ..
George Orwell
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