rise above.

let what moves you, carry you.
we cannot by will go high —
sand may bar or harry you,
sometimes it’s best not to try

but surrender to the current
underneath, and all around:
all the goals that really weren’t
so much shifting, changing ground

feel yourself be lifted, weightless:
the “cease striving” part of love —
borders gone, the world grows gateless,
this is how we rise above.

life is fragile, frail, and flimsy.
we’re but tissue strapped on bone —
it’s okay: indulge in whimsy.
float awhile on

your own

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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