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Here Lies the Snow Leopard...
...curled, covered, camoflauged in the deep snow of the Himalayas; wrapped in her tail is an old weathered book - faded and cracked leather binding, pages flimsy with age peeking out from the cover.
"I came for the book" you say.
The Snow Leopard scoffs, breath misting the frozen air in an irritated huff. "So you have," she sighs.
She unfurls her thick protective tail, slowly, as if the action pains her; and in a way it does - to reveal this tightly kept secret to you.
You bow to her gratefully - you've ached to uncover the book for so long now...
You pick it up gingerly, as if cradling a limp sleeping baby. Finally! The mystery is right in your own hands.
Tenderly, you lift the worn cover and read...
droplets of self
I wish I weren't so trapped in this flesh casing.
I wish I were rather,
an organically flowing form, like water -
or like air.
God, how amazing it must feel -!
to spread into shapeless backbend, boundaryless -
edgeless as eternity,
No solid requirements or rigid containers
to pour into -
unnaturally, forcibly,
trying in vain to fit the mold.
Let me instead splash around that mold,
dribbling spontaneously in branches of
liquid ambition,
until all doubt is washed away,
until all my streams of indecision unite,
under one immense body.
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3 comments:
I'm hoping you find a poetry contest to enter!
Inspiring! But now it makes me want to go to the beach really REALLY badly.
I like this poem, like a call of freedom, its not fun to be in this damn body.
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