Because Manifesto: We are So Lame by Barbara Phillips

because oaks don’t bend to catch you

while you stumble near their limbs

because roads don’t point the way

when you can’t read maps of places you don’t know

because you don’t feel compassion in light

blinding you while you check your rear view

mirror

because mountains show no passion

as you scrape away their skins

 

we are so lame when we want to say anything

full of gravity or significance

I am the apprenticed jester

my mentor’s gone astray

but —-

 

I’ll love you until

my arms can’t hold you

lines invisibly converge

darkness slows me down too far

loving makes me raw

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