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Frames

“And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words.
  In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence.”
    ~ Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet (1923)

As I survey the wondrous world
Filled with its life and its gnarl
Framed in silent motion
Shall I summon a deity’s salvation
To compel oversimplification of scene
To still of abject rationality
To stay the Procrustean blade
To leave me asleep suspended
Between double standards
Shall I call on a son of man
To jaw-droppingly defeat the conformity
The propriety honored beyond the people chosen
By literature and institution
They’ve rendered idols
Shall I call on freedom of choice
To allow daughters and sons to leave tresses
On salon and barbershop floors
Shall I allow all to reveal itself
In Nature’s arrangement
To broaden perspective a ponytail suffices
Anything less bringing weakness & blindness
As the answer
Those who view life through frames
Can attest

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