The un-ruined life

The time was still too young for my feet,

but overripe for my mischievous mind.

So, where time plays hooky from our plans

I wrestled my angels.

And, in my dream, I looked out over the rocky embankments

still holding my thoughts and, over the tomb where

recently someone left not long after arriving, a placard read:

“Beware, those still trapped in a life safe, and un-ruined.

You won’t get to enjoy the looks of incredulity from those

who’d prefer you stay here.”

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