Sunday, November 1, 2009


Once again my office place
Has been parsed as cutouts
Regimented on ruled paper;
And for a period no doubt
I'll feel patchy like these outlines.
Perplexed by this nomad mood
I could let it prune my life,
Capitulate to temporality,
Perceive my home away from home
As perennially impermanent.
But instead I find opportunity
To free my self expression,
Empower my personality's expansion
Inside an empty space, convert a void
Into a panorama of myself.
©2004 John I. Blair

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