zaterdag 26 oktober 2013

The Shell - Molly Drake

The Shell - Molly Drake

Living grows round us like a skin
To shut away the outer desolation 
For if we clearly mark the furthest deep

We should be dead long years before the grave.

But turning around within the homely shell
Of worry, discontent, and narrow joy
We grow and flourish
And rarely see the outside dark
That would confound our eyes.

Some break the shell.

I think that there are those
Who push their fingers through
The brittle walls
And make a hole.
And through this cruel slit
Stare out across the cinders of the world
With naked eyes.
They look both out and in
Knowing themselves
And too much else besides.

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