Artwork: Passage for Lost Clouds #0176 - Ken Wong, 13 January 2004
to stop
running,
to pause
mid-stride,
to take
a break
and smell
the
roses
blooming
before
they
wither:
to hold
one's tongue,
to cover
one's mouth,
to have
a finger
pressed
upon
your lips
to silence
the rampaging
thoughts,
the cutting
words:
to put
down roots,
to quiet
down,
to settle
down
in
domesticity
in the
midst
of
modernity,
progress
marching
on and on and on:
to put
away pen,
to shelve
away paper,
to don
one's apron,
to minister
to the
needs
of a
loving
spouse...
i seek,
i yearn,
i sigh...
i wish.
to stop
running,
to pause
mid-stride,
to take
a break
and smell
the
roses
blooming
before
they
wither:
to hold
one's tongue,
to cover
one's mouth,
to have
a finger
pressed
upon
your lips
to silence
the rampaging
thoughts,
the cutting
words:
to put
down roots,
to quiet
down,
to settle
down
in
domesticity
in the
midst
of
modernity,
progress
marching
on and on and on:
to put
away pen,
to shelve
away paper,
to don
one's apron,
to minister
to the
needs
of a
loving
spouse...
i seek,
i yearn,
i sigh...
i wish.
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