Friday, April 4, 2014

repeat poem

This poem I wrote a while back crossed my bow again today and I kind of liked it:
Slip me down between the waves,
Beneath the needs, before the craves.
Slip me down and make me free
As apples falling from the tree.

1 comment:

  1. Doesn't speak highly of your views on personal agency or freedom.

    Not that such passivity doesn't resonate at least a little bit.