This desire for flight.
There are those who want to live
without a Muse.
That’s when it all starts.
The need to escape the loved,
the abhorred, the unloved.

And it’s killing the heroes
after their own ideas
who are jealous of their own time,
refusing conventions
that demand
they compromise and stay put.

Yes, but here too are those
overly given to daydreams and
unfocused yearnings.
Through unreasonable desires
and mainly through death.
The final flight.

I know.
I am almost there, lost
and can’t run away from
my demise or
my Muse.
My Self.


~~~
Alex Nodopaka Oct©2008
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Alex Nodopaka

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