But I want to evade the world, I say
with a forced smile like a simile
cheaply acquired at a countryside
auction: the barn barely surrounded
,
,
by wire, the fence avoided as
life versus live wire will surely sting.
But why evade the world, you say,
avoidance is
not sexy,
not listed
as a pretext to fading
into sunlit solitude without shade.
So why do we evade the world,
why do the thoughts invade us,
keep us apart in apartments
and houses built from clay; why
do we avoid The Everything
that matters.
