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Poem 1,567

Can you
Ever
Be
Where
You’ve been?

Same
Position?

If you can
Then you must
Choose, if you will,

To be
Truly
Still.

See
Any
Vanity
In the super official,
Superficial common thought
That claims an astounding,
Abounding amount of freedom
As being all we’ve got?

I find proof
In the truth
That choice is
More often voiceless
Than it is resolute

I must be still,
I choose free will,
And yet my heart persists to fill.

And even when
My bones are sand
They’ll sift, and shift inside the land:
Without my permission!
I choose to be still!

Why is this a mission
We must fulfill?

Why must we be
In charge of destiny?
Or think we are?
If you find any sense
To such arrogance
Question me; I see none so far.

I choose not to die!
Like all the other voices of this wish
Do you want to extinguish
With that trivial equivalent of ‘good bye’?

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