Friday, February 25, 2011

To one side

I'm leaning to one side
Chairs attempt to rearrange my body
Into a kind of rough symmetry
But I will not have it
Not this attempt at kidnapping me
From positions of endless creativity
Where I shift and twist, and stretch and fold
Where my body speaks in language bold
Again I find myself alone
Shaped into a form that's all my own



Edit:

The last line is better represented with a 'But' before 'shaped into a form that's all my own'

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