“A man who as a physical being is always turned toward the outside, thinking that his happiness lies outside him, finally turns inward and discovers that the source is within himself.” – Soren Kierkegaard
Once I was energetic. Spongy, I should say.
The world was at my padded fingertips;
Opportunities had lain outside myself,
and I pushed and pulled at them in stride, at a run, at a pace…
Muscle, sinew, tendon
Ah, I have since become marrow-minded;
Musing about the past in relaxed repose; a tango, reimagined-
I have no nerves left to get upon.
My cross-legged cantilevers in stop-motion non-animation,
My inward comfort lies in
A calcification of accomplished dreams.
A. Locke 2013
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