Here. Again.

By Virgils Vigil

 

Castrate the meaning of it again. I've forgotten from the time before.

I see people shouting into a hole in the wall. One to be engrossed by.

Until they carry home a little piece, to sleep cold nights under plaster.

Yet they never own it, or anything else. For owning is a fuitile concept to bare.

Some say people leave to find themselves.

Others argue: they're not out there.



 


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Copyright 2012 Virgils Vigil
Published on Tuesday, July 31, 2012.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • dwells On Tuesday, July 31, 2012, dwells (4288)By person wrote:

    Owning the land was a foreign concept to the American Indian, including fences. This seemed like a possible reference to the Wailing Wall, or a glory hole (HA!), and still pondering. Liked the ending, and guessing that people leave where there is no attachment perhaps, cheers!

  • FadedBlues On Tuesday, July 31, 2012, FadedBlues (2172)By person wrote:

    ...'owning is a futile concept'. it's all rented. or stolen...

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