Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Simulated Death (REVISED)

Looking for good-feeling things in my text about
raising infrastructure and economic activity but
cannot find them – all the while composing songs
in my head, a spirit soaring above physical life
filled with wonderful thoughts making my heart
sing so gratefully

But forced back to dry lines of a factual text on
farming priorities where a dust storm blooms, it
obliterates edges of my desk, clouds darken
about the world, unfocussed eyes search for
equivalent terms that will enable dried-out
officials to understand this dire manuscript

Time stops, the world ceases revolving – I sigh,
only sleep claims me now, conferring joy real
life does not offer; I’m meant for another world
where creativeness, fantasy and laughter with
song and dance command – not simulated death
from a dry, strangulating text


12 February 2013

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