Unequivocable yes's, are equivocable no's <br />of unsatisfactory decisions, made in too- <br />hasty moments under the judgements of <br />the worlds navigated through...ours. <br /> <br />Who said we could be free? <br /> <br />Ingredients in the soup of the day, <br />make for compliment or derision... <br />but, should we taste once more, <br />just to be sure of decisiveness? <br /> <br />Who picked the five-leaf clover? <br /> <br />Morning to night, and back again, <br />revolving light/dark doors never closed, <br />circling as doves, eagles, vultures <br />of a sky we never chose, but accept. <br /> <br />Who frosted the windows on Forever? <br /> <br />The human condition, magnificently human, <br />destined for extinction, unraveling like <br />Aunt Agatha's shell-stitch shawl, in degrees <br />of self-doubt. Desperation held within. <br /> <br />Who told you not to tell the Truth?<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/even-madness-is-not-an-option/
