Poetry Is My Protest: Poem 16

Sometimes we must draw the blueprints of our lives with an Etch-A-Sketch.

And sometimes we must burn down the barn to see the moon.* 

We must follow the faint murmurings which promise nothing more than the journey itself. 
Our yearnings may find no vacancy, but who can deny the divinity of unfurnished stables? 

It is no coincidence re-creation and recreation are the same word. Life is all a manner of posture.

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*the above line about the barn and the moon is an adaptation of A haiku from Samurai-poet, Mizuta Masahide.

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