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04/08/09
Time Being
To be a free man, as I was at twenty-four, When I hid in academia's graduate-school cloisters, Pursuing the life of a writer of verses, Just because it was the only passion that mattered, Despite knowing it might not provide adequate income...
To be wholly responsible for my odyssey again, Not at the beck of contradictory initiatives Inflicted by a spouse, helpmate, mistress, companion, Beholden only to my own notions, yearnings, dreams, Whatever seems right to me, for the time being, at least,
Realizing that the "time being" doesn't reach past right now And that to deliberate, procrastinate, Postpone, for another moment, what will never return, Will lead to going slowly nowhere, fast, As has been the case, these past dozen years or so,
While I've languished, waiting for a Godot who never came, For my being unable to dissolve stasis, with resolve, Climb out of my trash can as a liberated man... Is to be, once again, free to purse my freedoms — The only reason I need, to celebrate each new time being.
04/08/09
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