John Kipling Lewis

(3/12/1968 / Manhattan, KS)

A danger to myself or others...


My therapist is an astrologer,
with whom I have discussed the
merits of disbelief in free will.

Lacking free will does not
disobligate the guilty from
their responsibilities.

Their actions are accountable.

But it begs the question,
if astrology can predict that
I will be a danger to myself
or others, should she have
one of us committed?

Submitted: Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011

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  • Kath Moore (11/5/2007 1:00:00 PM)

    2. Poems work on images; there aren't any here. It's middling prose with line breaks. The idea could work, but it needs a different execution. (Report) Reply

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