Asymptotic Freedom

We spun, trapped in a pane,
Through stars that we rarely saw
But took for granted
And I am far less haunted by the memory
Than the ideal
Which rends my dreams
And cannot be maintained, like a handful of hourglass sand

Like life

Desire and possession
Bind and divest
Body and soul

Then onward we flip and dance
Pulse and repulse
In fission and ands
Through the color force
Across apathetic distances, minimally indifferent

Never sleeping
Never waking

Like afterlife
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Loss
Brian Minniear 08 November 2014
Thank you for your comment, Bhargabi. This poem is, in fact, rather about living with a costant and proximate reminder of loss that is carried inside oneself. I am glad you enjoyed it.
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Bhargabi Dei Mahakul 08 November 2014
Beautifully presented about loss of freedom in life due to lack of awareness. Excellent work shared on.
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