Rebellion

What shall it be today
Will it be rebellion,
Or shall I wear conformity
Like an old coat?

Oh that I could
Shake free
The grace you hid inside me
And set loose
The hounds of love
To harry the worn heels
Who left their shuffling footprints
Close by me

I have seen things
Whither and die
Behind a veneer
Of politeness

And can live this life
No more.

2006

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