[I swing]

I swing
— ample
like those steel balls
on fine chain all in a line —
art must reflect it’s time
or could it be…?

but the shock and bounce
and perhaps some of the sorrow
embedded in this apotheosis
of consumerism
guides me
to the other end
where only
comforting
platonic whims

childish thoughts
    of timeless
        placeless
           ageless
         unfettered beauty
       provide
    a semblance
of solace

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