Friday, February 19, 2010

GIVEN

It is the moment of comfort

when we sleep

in the arms of false security

hopelessly content

that our walls

will spare us

any affliction or torment.

But the mirage of control

often evaporates

if we dare

to fly

beyond the question

mark

landscape

created

by our excuses.

Perhaps

there is a joy

found

through accident or folly.

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