Can't be the kind that gets us away.
Einstein said something like that
but he's dead.
No Body Loves an Antithesis.
I’m watching bees and flies zip in my
office window open a crack from the
bottom and once in: caught by light,
their entry narrow & strait & a voyage
into the interior would be dark madness
as opposed to enormous sky & bright
shine.
They explore their glass ceiling smack
in the face of freedom buzzing in
dizzying circles and then settling on
the pane patiently exploring corners
and edges over & over the way I
look for lost keys & spam colleagues
crossing & re-crossing glass frontiers,
stead fast & stalwart: clouds and
green sunshine at my finger tips; no
way but toward light I can see and
can’t deny.
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