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Piecemeal

It’s all temporary, you know.
Do not indulge.
Don’t care too much.
Every hanging on
must soon let go.

Hold yourself aloof
apart
above
the entanglements that would bind you,
drag you under,
leave you drowning.

Breathless

I started whole
but they keep taking pieces:
a pinch of flesh,
(a pound of mind)
What will be left at the end?

Graviora manet.
So in the meantime, let us dance.

This was written for Three Word Wednesday.

5 comments:

Old Egg said...

Dancing when the world tumbles down around you? I am not so sure. I never was a good dancer!

July 9, 2015 at 6:44 AM
Jae Rose said...

There are always things too big to think of..which consume us piece by piece..maybe dancing is the best way to keep 'yourself' whole

July 9, 2015 at 7:30 AM
Sheilagh Lee said...

i hope you find those pieces and get them back

July 9, 2015 at 11:50 AM
J Cosmo Newbery said...

Dance? No!

July 10, 2015 at 6:55 AM
Alice Audrey said...

I'm not too keen on all the pinching, but I don't mind loosing a bit of flesh here and there. It keeps growing back bigger and badder than ever.

July 10, 2015 at 10:37 AM