caged tigers

there are lessons in longing for greener grasses

sometimes ‘anything but’ overcomes ‘everything is’

under the guise of restless repose

we will ourselves to wandering

conned by curiosity and it’s coquettish curses

we seek innocuous overtures 

oblivious to the unavailing 

pining for the poetry of tedious phantoms

undressed by ungrateful temptations 

we bask in the ire of emotional eunuchs 

inciting sabotage by means of self loathing

all for the sake of alleviating smoldering boredom

and just like the laundering of love

lost causes wreck havoc 

there is pandemonium in permanency

the absence of purpose preoccupies

like the pacing of caged tigers

a. duncan, 2018

Artwork: Dolce Far Niente, by John William Godward

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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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